|That feeling that no matter how fast you go, you just can't catch up|
It's a funny thing, having a sketchbook out in a public place. Waiting rooms are dead zones where people are washed up or otherwise becalmed, by definition someplace that we are in-between events or activities, a sort of Schrödinger purgatory. Reminds me of all the lost hours spent daydreaming in classrooms - and that is where it all started for me, and still to this day remains one of the the single greatest sources of inspiration... boredom.
Now that unto itself isn't the entire picture, more of a causative agent that triggers the creative process (ie the first flip in a Jacob's Ladder). I simply can't relate to a common complaint of "I'm sooo bored" when there's an entire world waiting, inner + outer, for us to draw upon in the literal and figurative sense.
|via Goodwill Librarian|
Full of sound + fury, loud and fast, even a half-hour of exposure to the boob-tube (and at times even the web) can leave you spiritually and aesthetically exhausted. Print media, in the form of the ubiquitous stacks of glossy magazines cluttering up the end tables, probably aren't much better, but again, they can be rich sources of ideas, and an indispensable short-cut into what's important to other people, or at the very least the psyche of unbridled consumerism.