This is what I use to wake myself up in the morning. Not this photo per se, but the thought of hot coffee and the conversations between new work and old work.
Blank canvas, white paper and the promise of new marks to be made -- if I decide to make them.
Nothing quite pulls me out of the warm covers like that thought. I've got so much I want to make, so many ideas to put into paint that I really don't have a choice - it's time to get up and get to work.
(and the coffee helps)