In our culture of the now, we often demand the things we want. But often the greatest things in life cannot be bought or forced…love being one…creativity being another. Both of these forces in life have to come to you when the moment is right…
When the muse enters your life, she sweeps you off your feet. She leaves you feeling giddy and full of life. It’s a wonderful sensation. Her presence fills the mind with ideas that demand to be expressed…often keeping an artist up late into the night. But eventually, you’ll start to notice that she doesn’t stop by…and she certainly doesn’t return your phone calls…her absence leaves you aching…aching for that moment of release…so what is an artist to do?!
Do we sit by the phone waiting for her to call? Or do we get on with life…with the idea that it was her loss and if she knows better…she’ll return because we’re the god damn best artist she’s ever known? Well, I suppose, one shouldn’t be that cocky. After all, the muse is a bit of a floozy…going from one artist to another. And if we’re not careful, she might give us a nasty case of artist block. Oh wait, she did…hmm…maybe I should pick a more respected muse next time, eh?
So how does one go about picking up the pieces after the greatest love affair with the muse of their life? Somedays are hard. Somedays you want to pick up right where you left off, but every stroke is bland…nothing has the momentum and energy of when she was in your life. It is quite disheartening.
Somedays, you think about calling her…but you know she’d just laugh in your face..taunting you…
Once you have the taste of the muse, there is no return…you long for her…you desire her…but as with all things in life…if you reach a roadblock…you must move on…but where does one begin? That is the question…
