The Muse

Lamby, my muse

Lamby, my muse

French photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson loved cats.

Rumor has it, he expressed the following (paraphrasing): Cats bring on chaos, they know anarchy.  They are against discipline and authority.  If you’re familiar with Cartier-Bresson’s work, the cat, as muse contributed to the powerful images during his photojournalistic career.

The muse, in pure form, is someone who has influence on another.  The muse becomes the inspiration, focus and drive behind ones creative work.  The muse can also play a role in the art of healing, as art thrives in many forms: painter, designer, photographer, writer, poet, musician, actor, healer, mathematician, fill in the blank. The muse can be spiritual, or a person, animal, place or thing.  Andy Warhol had many muses, including his dachshund, Archie.  Hemingway had adventure, an outdoor lifestyle in Key West.

We desire a muse for many reasons.  When our logical world ceases to make sense, we conjure the muse.  We want to translate senselessness into expression via creativity.  We want a hook where we can hang the pain and start healing the body, soul and heart.  When forks in the road cease to exist or the road dead ends, all provocations lead to your muse.

My Muse: Lamby

Adopted fourteen years ago in Vevey, Switzerland, Lamby possessed essential qualities suitable for a muse. He had that ‘choose me’ grin and mischievous eyes, and the promise to cure all ails with worldly antidotes and humor.  He vowed to never leave and indicated his resourceful outlook on life would enhance mine.  Truth be told, he adopted me.  His first request was train fare to Milan.  Lamby felt proper footwear was mandatory.  He claims, “Navigating life miles require a firm foundation and respectable gait.”  Years later, I found his quote not only useful in absorbing the art in Florence and subsequently the world, but surviving illness as well.  He has been my ‘go to’ guy when lost in creative slur.  He gets dressed when I am physically unable.  He engages in conversation and activities when I cannot…he enables me to heal and create.

The muse is your voice when you cannot speak.

It is your alter ego.

It guides

It taunts.

It antagonizes.

It nurtures.

It pushes and pulls.

It leads, directs and heals.

It is your creative compass.

It is food when you are starving.

Find your muse.

“Navigating life miles require a firm foundation and respectable gait.” 

-Ann

(The Artist Gallery, Migraine Discussions)

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