Muses

The musses.

Something must be said about them as a whole from time to time. I have painted I think more than a hundred people, must have done many more than that .

Some people I paint just because I feel like I must do them,  these people I paint the least of ,and because they have some sort of need for my to want to paint them, but it was not my own need. And those I never paint twice. The chemistry is bad form the start.

I sometimes have painted people as endings, endings of relationships, which in my own austere way I mourned by painting that person, for as long as I needed to get that romance washed out of me. Instead of tears mostly but with some mixed in.

The reason I paint most of the time is the sense of adventure and discovery that I feel entering the duel/duet/dialogue when I start with a new muse.
I never have an idea of what a portrait will look like by the end , I just let the thing happen, barely looking at the portrait I'm painting.

 We talk and talk and talk, and I always learn so much. No just information about the lives of muses , but about other parts of the world, and I even get taught specific skills during  painting sessions. How to make yeast free bread or to lucid dream for example by will.

Some kind of magic happens between me and the muse very often. If the muses is able to relax and not be a nervous wreck which I think I only had one of- a very successful surgent, no sorry two, with the- macho gangster who melted like a snowman in summer in front of me. Their nervousness at being observed was a surprise - being otherwise very confident social men. And nervous people are difficult to paint.

With some people I enter into this  private zombie instant friendship full of sharing of intimate stories, which is over the second the painting is over.

Than there is the opposite, the creations of friendships trough discoverers of common interests or themes, which are expressed in the painting.

And than there is the repeated muse . I suppose this happens when I have plenty to paint. Someone is beautiful and I can paint them many times. I indulge in their beauty. Or I indulge in the conversation with them. But usually its both. They are beautiful when stretched and when seated, from beneath as from above form the sides, with air up or down. And some of these people I can keep painting as years pass. They know who they are because there are paintings to prove it.

Sometimes the muse- gets addicted to being painted. They get painted more than once, and than expect as a matter of fact that they must continue to be the muse- even if at first they where reluctant. Than after several painting sessions and works, if I invite somone new to be painted they get heart broken and jealous. And im talking about women more than men.

I tend to find my friends beautiful, which is why the are friends, and why friends end up being muses.

But painting can be a weapon too. A weapon of seduction.
Also I can get rid of people by painting them "wrong", people who are invading me, I paint them  the way they are making me feel, and they just go away, disappointed for not being on paper what they wanted to be.

I love the painting same muses after a break of some years too, to see the changes in energy..

Ah muses, they are so important in the whole painting thing.