In my experience, inspiration is fleeting and unreliable. It comes in an instant, leaves the next, and never when you are seeking it. It only seems to show itself when I am in no position to act on it. Because of this, I am often forced to work independent of it, creating what I see as a heap of meaningless, uninspired palaver.
Not only is it fleeting, but it’s significance is completely contingent on the individual. A crudely drawn scene can communicate great significance to me while only causing slight disgust in another; an animosity towards the misunderstood. A misshapen figure can be viewed as a mistake by the world, while it carries the weight of the world in the eyes of its creator. This, of course, is infuriating to creative individuals who want to share a moment of realization with others.
As far as pursuing inspiration goes, for me, it is most commonly found in music. Having no musical talent myself, I have great admiration for those who do, particularly for those who are willing to experiment and express themselves in new artful ways. It is while listening to such artists that I make, what I consider to be, my best work. Images that I can step into, feel their temperature, their motion, their smell, and their weight.