2.10.2012 My stereotypical image of the muse seems to come from the ancient Greeks. They recognized at least nine muses; each with a speciality like poetry, song, dance, and even astronomy. Looking over the pictures of muses in Google Images certainly inspires something in me. It makes me want to go back to when mythology was current, or if time travel is not an option, I wish that I was lucky enough to get a sexy muse to visit my studio here. I imagine I would find her dancing and teasing out my inspiration while dressed in a diaphanous toga. That would be too cool; but I know that kind of inspiration would not lead to much work getting done.

Alas, my case is different. My muse doesn't spring from the Greek worldview but from the world we live in today on twenty first century Earth. She's a multi-tasker, which is no surprise, there are many more subjects to cover and people to inspire. And her image is also much less concrete; so everything I find out about her keeps changing.

I remember one clear vision where my muse appeared as a Higgs Boson, a kind of attractor whose presence causes things to exist; or maybe she was the whole Higgs field whose presence creates matter through subtle influences that break symmetries. For that visionary moment I saw how she structured nature, coalesced forces to hold together a single tiny wisp of air from a butterfly's wings, her body was the substrate for a slight breeze, a breeze that touched my cheek, that pushed me into thought, a daydream, I fell into an attention eddy focused on pencil and paper.

When I draw, she draws near.
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