However, let’s start at the root of the muse in history and its definitions to get some context here. Because sky blue is a LOVELY colour, so tranquil in the bedroom, such a lovely tone. Or a simple glimpse of the perfect sky-blue egg cup at a homeware store can also be a muse, you might be inspired to paint your wall like that. ‘Ohhhhh it smells so good, I’m inspired to make my own bacon sandwich, with some slightly toasted sourdough’. Or if I’m making breakfast, the smell of someone else’s bacon frying is also my muse. For instance, music is my muse for my photography. Muse (noun) by its traditional and most popular definition, is an actual person inspiring artists, musicians, writers and scientists. So let’s invoke the muse.because Muse isn’t just a band. So, I got thinking about muses, and how the different definitions of muse can make a new way of working. That’s pretty cool right? A muse releases creation and discovery in a way, it sets it free.
Because a muse is the start of something, it holds potential within it. Each of those definitions relates to inspiration of some kind, which makes the word muse not only an interesting concept, but special. For a muse can mean quite a lot of different things. What is a muse? That’s the first question we must ask ourselves. If you would like further info on the Mutual Muse workflow please contact Preview… How can muses only work one way? Why is the role of the muse a passive one? Why are muses usually female and their contribution muted? Even if they are artists themselves? What if, muses could work in a circle where everyone inspires each other equally? What could be created with that amount of combined creative zest? The man I once knew.The Mutual Muse Theory is an essay and workflow model delving into the role of muses within art. And yet, all I do is sit back and stare at this blank page. I should be looking for something else to write about, something else to spark my interest, something else to become my muse. I should feel overjoyed that I should be able to feel happiness again. I should feel relieved in a sense, that I no longer have this grim shadow following me as I try to move on. I just am left with this emptiness A shell of what I used to feel. As a result, I was able to give myself my own piece of mind.Īnd now I have nothing. Because with that confusion, I found my words were my way to find clarity.
Where in the confusion I could see the error in his and my ways and be inspired to write all the feelings that were real. It sounds damaging and unrealistic to want to stay in the darkness, but sometimes that is where I would find the blinding light. The feeling as though I will find no one to inspire me the way that you did, even if it meant being stuck in the same place. To see if I am making the right decision, leaving my muse behind the way that I am. The mixed emotions of what I should be feeling compared to what I am feeling causes this unnecessary need to piece over the past again. But with that pain, my writing had provided me a welcome relief. It was like a deep pain with a slow ache, not realizing it was even there until I slowed down enough to see it was even hurting. It was something that lingered in my mind more than I was aware of until the thought was gone. The waiting for a phone call, the hoping you will pop up on social media, the idea that I could run into you at the grocery store is no longer something that is possible. The constant reminder of you is no longer there. But with that sorrow the darkness had brought, it had given me something to say. As if this cloud has been hanging over and my writing was my sun.
#MY MUSE DEFINITION FULL#
As if I have just been full of emotional damage, leaving no space for any other feelings. As if you have been sucking the life out of me all this time, leaving me no room to feel anything but sorry.
It is like a rude awakening into what a heart can truly feel without you in it. There is this emptiness to having no feelings at all. It is an odd feeling that I find taking over my body. I find myself uninspired to write because I find myself emptied of everything you. I find myself a shell of the person that I was when I was with you. But with this writer’s block, I find myself feeling something that I have never really felt before. It is as if the words have poured out over the course of our existences and there is nothing left to be said. It has emptied itself of all emotion, as though it has lost all inspiration. As I stare at the screen, searching for the right words to say, I find my mind has gone blank.
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