"Muse" by Megan Carroll: An old journal entry from the beginning of my college days reimagined2/22/2017 Muse: an inspiration for a creative artist
Muse: to be absorbed in thought Isn't it funny how the noun and the verb seem to stroll hand-in=hand whether we realize it or not? Artists are always lost in their thoughts, puzzled by people and life's patterns, and wondering how they can put their reactions into words, set them to music or translate them into a movement piece. But an artist must be inspired by what they see. They hit a creative drought when they are lacking this outside force that, somehow, intrinsically motivates them. They lose control and spiral into dark places of unworthiness simply because their world lacks color. When I write, when I move, when I exist, people create the vibrancy that makes me feel connected to the world around me. People inspire me and their spirits inspire my art as a result. He inspires me because he is dedicated in all that he does. My muse never accepts failure and always finds a solution, even in his own bouts of self-doubt and creative drought. He is interesting, charismatic and bright, just like the most stunning and lyrical poems. He makes the world a better place and changes people's minds in the same way their favorite songs do. I write because he makes my world a better place and my love spills from my heart onto the page. She is like a ray of sunshine, a reminder that a new day is dawning after the darkness. You can't stay stuck in all that is bleak and dreary when she is around. Her radiant energy courses through my blood stream and feeds my soul much like the way nutrients nourish the body. Food for the soul. A heart of gold that somehow brings out the most valuable contents of my creative mind. You see, art makes people need people. Loneliness unleashes insanity and drab art. Without the muses to call upon in our time of need, we'd be empty and hollow shells of ourselves. Once upon a time, we were filled with stories and morphed into a black hole somewhere along the way. The loners drink gin and write about distance from humanity. Their work is confused, bewildering and jarring. It is often real, but we don't want to live in their reality. They let the darkness entice them because they have lost their muses. The darkness became their muse instead of the light. But sometimes we muse about the wrong muses — the images that taunt us, haunt us, doubt us and betray our trust. The beautiful muses are waiting to crawl into our hearts and make a home. They want to know you and I, the artists, so we know ourselves. When we know who we are, then the world can know of us through our art and begin to believe that this world is a beautiful place to exist. -Megan Carroll
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AuthorMegan Carroll is a journalist, singer, dancer, artist and Philosophy of Art student at Gonzaga University. She is exploring the meaning of art in her own prose, examination of philosophy and late-night musings. ArchivesCategories |