Surrender to the muse

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I’ve been thinking about my obsession with draped fabrics, and how it is I keep revisiting the fold and fall, shadow and drape of cloth.

Isabel Allende described how she becomes obsessed with a theme or with certain stories that stay with her, that haunt her, until she writes them.   She just has to write them, she says – she has learnt to surrender to the muse.  

 

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The gossamer thread you fling…

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Gossamer Threads

Oil on canvas

600mm x 900mm

And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres

to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor

hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

Walt Whitman

Finding sanctuary

Sanctum [a private place where one if free from intrusion]


Oil on marouflaged linen, ovato tondo, 300mm x 400mm


How to find creative freedom? Virginia Woolf offered her opinion: a woman must have money and a room of her own…


I love her description of what it feels like when you’re in that space. She visited Oxford University to seek inspiration:


“The spirit of peace descended like a cloud from heaven, for if the spirit of peace dwells anywhere, it is in the courts and quadrangles of Oxbridge on a fine October morning. Strolling through those colleges past those ancient halls the roughness of the present seemed smoothed away; the body seemed contained in a miraculous glass cabinet through which no sound could penetrate, and the mind, freed from any contact with facts … was at liberty to settle down upon whatever meditation was in harmony with the moment.”