the concept of being a muse or having a muse is so interesting to me. like, when i was in art class in highschool hearing the murmurs of a former student that was so talented it was almost prodigal , the subject of all of his paintings being oranges, a symbol of his love for his girlfriend at the time. apparently when they broke up, he destroyed all of his paintings , never made art again and started working at the home depot in our town.
the muse is ephemeral, the subject of the art only serving as a source of inspiration, an itch for the artist to scratch.
or maybe i have it wrong, maybe it's a devotional prayer to create in subservience to the muse, artist offering sacrifices at the feet of the person they seem to love most.
and im not angry at the muse it's not their fault they're being actively commodified or worshipped against their will, but what a terrifying position to be in. muses, by nature , are fleeting typically- a stationary object to someone in a moving car, to be glimpsed and never seen again.
i simply just dislike the artist, then, i guess. i can admit my biases. it signals, to me ( TO ME!), an inner weakness.
when you see their dynamic through the lens of idolatry, the artist is operating almost at a degree of self loathing. you put this person above you, for whatever reason, you make yourself a peon, a satellite orbiting the sun. i find that pitiable.
when you see their dynamic through the lens of grandiosity, the artist is consuming the muse like a product, grinding down their essence into easy to digest parts- taking a picture of the fleeting object from the car only so they can revisit the image at a later time instead of, i dunno, stopping the car and getting out.
unless , of course, the relationship is symbiotic or they fall in love and the muse lasts forever, and id argue these are exceptions, not the rule and im really not talking about that lmao
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