muse
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Last published Sun, Feb 2, 2020
The muse, in a way, is how the artist perceives the human condition. The muse, the subject of their love, hate, or spite, is an ample reflection of the artist's own optimism or pessimism. Their cynicism, their wonder. Their strength, their weakness, their ambition and curiosity.
The muse is divine, untouchable, yet frustratingly human.
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