I haven't been blogging at all on tribe for a long time - so I'm making effort to especially say "hallo!" to everyone and that I AM still around, though mostly lurking. That said, I also have blogs on www.myspace.com/ashleyisok and www.restlessbones.blogspot.com

I'm still not sure why I have so many places for myself on the *internets* but... whatever.

What I wanted to write about tonight is inspiration and I thought that it would especially appropriate to use tribe as my medium since the majority of its users happen to be artists of some sect or the other.

I went to a house called the Imaginarium on Thursday night. It's actually very near my own neighborhood and is owned by an artist whom I only know as Jeff. He says his first memories of his parents are of riding the back seat of their car, listening to Pink Floyd. When is parents handed their old house down to him - it became the largest canvas he had ever used. Walking into the house, I could see that, over several years, the colors and textures of his brain had floated out and found their places on his walls and ceilings... every nook and cranny was packed with the things that inspire his dreams and his nightmares. I had never seen anything like it.