Whether you call it a Daemon like the Greeks, a Genius like the Romans; whether you call it Muse, Guardian Angel, Divine Spark, Creative Spirit–there is within each artist something which drives us. It inspires and directs and coaxes and coerces. When it speaks, it is the source of our greatest joy–our reason for being. When it is silent, we are lost and alone–we are defeated.
I’m still learning not to overthink my Muse. I’m still learning to drift, wait, and obey when she speaks. Art is not reasonable or logical. Art begins where ‘work’ ends.