I didn't used to believe in the influence of the muses. The notion that it wasn't the artist's decision, but rather the inspiration from another source just seemed odd. That was until I started painting...
I had done some moderate painting, but one day I sat down fully prepared to do a painting of the sky. Or a ship. Quite honestly, I'm not sure if I knew exactly what my plan was, I just knew I wanted a blue background.
About 20 minutes later I ended up with this:
It is probably my favorite painting I've ever done, and oddly it didn't come out of my head. I honestly have no idea where it came from. All I remember was staring at it and realizing that the muses must exist.
So go ahead and sing o muse...
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