15x 20 pastel on pumiced rag board.
Life presents us with moments when something leaps out of the visual undifferentiated potential, and becomes a picture.  It will make a painting.  It is the same with ideas.  An idea or a visual that carries the sense of newness creates a new picture for the artist.  This is inspiration. 
When I sat on my meditation flat rock by the side of this stream with my back to the Rio Grande, this is the cascade I saw. The cliff to my right cast its shadow onto the scene as the afternoon got deeper.
What is inspiring to one may not be to another.  Everyone is unique and layered with conjunctions of tendencies in a stream of consciousness which is linear and unable to hold onto a thought for long.  Pictures by contrast are not dominated by time or syntax.  The entire picture can be seen as one thing.  It may simply instigate a mood.  Pictures are non-temporal, not requiring a span of time to ingest, and inspire.  
Painting is unique as an art form in that sense. All the other art requires time to witness.
My time in Taos was about over. The spring was turning into summer. After so long alone I did not want to return to the turmoil and activity of New Orleans. I moved back to my hometown in Texas. I found a farmhouse owned by some old classmates and I settled in there for five years.