What does it feel like to be the muse?

[Countess]

The question is this: What do you think it feels like to have inspired art, especially good art? What does it feel like to know that words on paper, paint on canvas, image on celluloid or clay on foundation is a direct consequent of your image/beauty, and/or your very presence?

I always have a source of inspiration for my work, and I wonder what it feels like to be *on the other side* of the paper, so to speak.

[subterranean]

I think I'm nobody's muse, so I don't get the chance to feel that sort of feelings :)

[starrwriter]

The question is this: What do you think it feels like to have inspired art, especially good art? What does it feel like to know that words on paper, paint on canvas, image on celluloid or clay on foundation is a direct consequent of your image/beauty, and/or your very presence? I always have a source of inspiration for my work, and I wonder what it feels like to be *on the other side* of the paper, so to speak.
As far as I know, I have never inspired a work of art. Which only shows how blind the world is.

[Countess]

Which only shows how blind the world is.

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LMAO!

I asked my inspiration this question yesterday and got a very thorough, deep answer.
It feels great but uncomfortable because it won't last. He pointed to Oscar Wilde's relationship with Lord Douglas, who told Wilde "You're not attractive when you're not on your pedestal."

Basically, when one is on a pedestal of such magnitude, the only direction one can go is down; thus, the higher the pedestal, the greater the fall.

For this reason it is not desirable to be on a pedestal at all.

Countess

[RococoLocket]

I know I'm a muse, I'm just waiting for the artist.

[hbacharya]

The question is this: What do you think it feels like to have inspired art, especially good art? What does it feel like to know that words on paper, paint on canvas, image on celluloid or clay on foundation is a direct consequent of your image/beauty, and/or your very presence?

I always have a source of inspiration for my work, and I wonder what it feels like to be *on the other side* of the paper, so to speak.

This expression that something we put on paper or put clay on foundation has something implicit that defines the very existence of life. Clay is nothing, shapeless, formless artless substance. When the creator God or nature works on it, in fact a potter does it, and the potter is simply an agent, and indirecly nature does it. This is what we call art, and thru which we manifest ourselves or nature manifests itself but thru us, and in the say way we manifest ourselves thru our works and without that we can not do present ourselves

[manolia]

:lol::lol:
I admit that i have inspired works of art. A friend of mine who makes caricatures has painted my face plenty of times (a big head attached to a very small body. You know how these things are :lol: :lol: ).
Also my aunt who is an amateur painter wants to draw my portrait (till now i strongly decline it. But since you put it that way i may sacrifice myself for art's shake :lol: :lol: )

[andave_ya]

Well, I have been an "inspiration" for my younger sister's writing. She says she has a character based on me in one of her fan fictions.:) I feel really honored. Especially since she's a good writer.

[Countess]

I've never inspired anything, except people running in the opposite direction.

I love the humor here-it's great. (-:

[Isagel]

Someone called me muse once.

I hated it. It was spooky , like having a stalker. It was something that was outside my control. It was strange how someones words can have power over you. In his mind I was love incarnate. I was Afrodite. It had nothing to do with me, it was all in his mind. He used the image of me to give flesh to his fantasies. And of course, in the beginning it was kind of flattering. But less and less so when I understood that there was no room for my person in his fantasy. And his words had power to change others opinions of me, and my opinion of me. It was like being rewritten. I wonder what this does to someone who are more in need of flattering. It is tempting to let the image become part of ones selfimage. I did not choose that, I did not need to be Afrodite. I do not have any problem with being mere human with flaws. But still the image he made might outlive me. To be a muse is to be used. Someone uses you form, your name and fill it with another content. And you can never live up to that image, ever.

But mostly I laughed at it, if you knew me you would too. I am no godess. The people who know me here know that well. Later he met a woman with the same name as me. They did not live happily ever after, but they had a wonderful baby.