"Moodling, a combination of musing and mental doodling, can lead to floating over any number of obstacles..." -- Jane Champagne
From where does inspiration derive? Does it generate from the relationship with a particular person or muse? And if so, can a woman have a male muse? For this relationship to occur, is it necessary for the male to subjugate his life to the interests of the woman, or is a symbiotic balance achievable?
I don't frequently muse upon the nature of muses, but I was struck by the above thoughts while reading May Sarton's novel Mrs. Stevens Hears the Mermaids Sing. Certainly, a supportive spouse or lover, whether male or female, is a necessary ingredient of a productive studio life. Such support allows for concentration, but does it necessarily lead to inspiration?
I tend to follow the path of moodling. Inspiration is part musing and part mental doodling. My muse is my life. Inspiration comes from the act of living it and then settling into the studio to distill the experiences into images. Ideas bounce from one piece to the next. It is hard work, openness and a sense of knowing when to stop and return to moodling that allows me to be my most creative self.
And yet, I am fascinated by the notion of my very own male muse. Should he be tall and handsome, my very own GQ model? Or perhaps a tortured 20-something hell bent on self destruction? Neither is terribly appealing. I believe I need to do a bit more moodling upon the subject.