I continually read books and comics, watch TV and almost absorb film through osmosis searching for that next hit of inspiration. Yet, the most inspiration I find is when I put all that away and hang out with my son.
Cliche', I know. Yet those cliches exist simply because there is truth hiding in their dark crevices. I am and always will be a self diagnosed sufferer of the dreaded Peter Pan syndrome and will always pride myself on my ability to be a "Jack of all trades, Master of none", but I realized the most important part of the diagnoses...the "WHY"...
Whether he is performing impromptu Gangnam style dances for party guests, climbing the landscape as though he scaled a sacred castle to fight ninjas, or simply leadinging a serious conversation between Batman and a stuffed duck on the importance of not pooping in pants, my son is constantly talking.
I crave his ability to constantly allow ALL impossibilities to exist simultaneously. Nothing is impossible and as Addidas say "Impossible is nothing."
So, after all the artist and/or writer's workshops I have attended where speakers and presenters verbally vomit ways to crack the wall separating me from inspiration, I wish they would've just stood up after their lengthy introductions, grabbed the microphone and said, "Hang out with your kid.! Peace!" then drop in the mic on the ground.
So...thank you Simon for your skills at helping your father visit worlds you have been visiting for a long time.
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