Our muse is a strange being with a mind of its own. Once we have lent ourselves to our muse, we must also be aware that it is not a tool that we pick up and abuse at our behest. Our muse is the representation of our soul that we can depict to others through our art, or our words and it is the purest form of human expression.
On Love and Art
"Medicine, law, business, engineering; these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love; these are things we stay alive for." - Robin Williams in Dead Poets Society Art does not have rules. It's the expression of the soul. The only expression other than love. But isn't love material? Apart from parental... Continue Reading →