Anna-Liisa

Music and songlyrics. Sometimes even only the melody..

Firecracker

What everyone else has said Music, pictures other peopls art. Sometimes when I' ve watched a particuler scene. If its music I tend to put the son on repeat as I make it.

Jay

Combination of the right lyrics of a song with the right pictures.

Tina

I would have to say other people's arts or pictures. For some reasons song lyrics like most of you, don't inspire me. hmm. Is that weird?

rebelle

Not at all. I find a lot of inspiration in other people's work. If you look up to someone who's better than you, you can learn a lot! Of course, the point is not to copy their style but to use it and come up with your own style...I'm still kind of finding myself...

Tina

I totally agree with you Tihana!
What are you talking about? You have style.

rebelle

Meh. When I see some people's art at LJ or butterfly-cafe, I feel like a total loser

Tina

Aw. You shouldn't.

However, I should feel like the loser.

rebelle

No, you shouldn't. If you love doing it, you'll only get better and better. I know it sounds cheesy, but it worked for me!

Tina

Aw. Yeah. So true.

Scythe

This is really inspiring me right now:

Thrasher - Neil Young

They were hiding behind hay bales,
They were planting in the full moon
They had given all they had for something new
But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.

And I was just getting up, hit the road before it's light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun.

Where the eagle glides ascending
There's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.

It was then I knew I'd had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends I still don't understand.

They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.

So I got bored and left them there,
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.

Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.

But me I'm not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line in the field of time
When the thrashers comes, I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come
To give what's mine.

LilMouse

Looking at other people's art makes me want to create something

rebelle

Where the eagle glides ascending
There's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.

Oooh, I love this part:

Scythe

I have a short clip of James Marsters singing it and it just makes me melt!

sweetnovember86

When I make something, LIke wallpaper or icons...
I listen to music and that is Aleka's Attic / Papercranes/Nirvana and to old songs..
Love Beatles))