the magic behind the portrait

Wow. So having spent the last few hours painting my year long muse i realise we have passed on to a new level. From the begging of this painting ciklus which started jnuary before last, when what i painted was simpley a culmination of aesthetics, colours, trying to please herself and myself trough the surface i am of reecent comnig into confidance trough our painting seseions of my muses life. Lat session turbo pronounces the still life painting into a magical enchantress promising to turn any man into a frog ot kiss one from frog into being a man. This session once agian changed the entire energy ,and aesthetic of the work as the brushes and coloures wouls not stop coming on to the canvass. her stories wher pushing the paint and forcing me to add, and as the stores changed so did her lips for all i have tired to paint tonight where lips, yet i have plaited os many layers of lips as there where changes of story. suddneley i relise behind the face i have managed to capture as magical there is so much magic indeed, the stories are so ritch and unexpected. she has left me here, lips are too thick to carry on, enough stories for this session painting to go on, perhaps i do not wish to end it too soon befor i find out more, as perhaps she does not want to to be fhinished untill she shares some of the storeis . For as all wise men have said to share what one learns is to make it live . And i on the other hand haivng painted portrsits for years, evoked stories and trust enough for people to wish to share them with me, perhaps ought to write thoeir stories down with portraits, so they are not lost, after the picture dries. I do not have any painted face without a story that is the treality.