The Muse
Part of the ‘Spandrel Spaces’ Series
The muse arrived, and it was nothing short of miraculous. She had been skirting the periphery of my consciousness all day, igniting a spark within me, urging me forward. She opened a gateway to my deepest selves, compelling me to persist. There’s a sensation, a gradual overtaking that inspires an inner smile, and an irresistible urge to grasp a pen, a brush, a palette knife, to spread a canvas before me.
Part of the ‘Spandrel Spaces’ Series
Thought becomes unnecessary; it’s a direct conduit from the cosmos through my brain to my hands. She channels this creative force through me — my hands, my brush, my palette knife — translating it onto the canvas where the paint flows precisely as intended. There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing. It’s exhilarating, transcendent, and infused with a tantric energy that demands complete presence in the moment.
Part of the ‘Spandrel Spaces’ Series
I’m not merely reproducing the known; I’m unleashing something indefinable. This process, this practice of intentionally welcoming the muse, has transformed my life. I am eternally grateful to my muse, whom I have summoned throughout my existence, and who has…
