My muse of two or more years. It is always the eyes that separate art from glamour. These eyes tell the story and explore the soul of the artist. Her eyes are my eyes, my eyes are hers, speaking volumes to those who listen.
Inspiration and creation, the muse is both sometimes she is a women, sometimes not. Working with a muse that is a women is a very intimate experience.
Sometimes you know right away that the connection is right, again it is the eyes they speak and dance in a language that only you can hear it is magic! We work, talk, laugh and the time disappears. She is a mirror of my reason for creating, an alphabet for me to comment with, we dance this creative minuet both thinking we are in control both knowing that neither of us is, there is only the moment it is brief, lasting forever.
There is more to come here including thoughts from The Muse, I hope to find others thoughts also on their creative muses. As I said the muse isn’t always a women or even a person. It is creation, it is thought, it is emotion. Comments are encouraged I don’t want to write to myself.
Share some creation. enjoy pjc