the muse

I have a learner who did extremely well in an art competition recently. We sat for hours working on his art work, had endless discussions and really got to know each other. So very special, those hours we spent together.

Quite a while after, we were discussing the prize he had won and he said “…But m’am, I did it for you.” Of course I had to sit him down and have a good, serious talk about how all of this is for him, and only him.

I also had another learner, a few years ago, who stopped drawing because we had a disagreement about something. I felt so uncomfortable in that role: someone who has the power to switch the art on or off.

That’s the problem with being some sort of muse. Inspiring people is a dangerous art. Almost like administrating anesthetic…or a powerful healing hallucinogenic…Eventually the poet or the artist would come out of the creation-trance and then what, look for you to stimulate them again? Or completely give up on the art once inspiration has to flow from other sources or from themselves?

Perhaps a true muse can master the art of igniting a permanent flame that keeps on burning long after her departure.

 

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