…..I struggle with enormous discrepancies: between the reality of motherhood and the image of it, between my love for my home and the need to travel, between the varied and seductive paths of the heart. The lessons of impermanance, the occasional despair and the muse, so tenuously moored, all visit their needs upon me and I dig deeply for the spiritual utilities that restore me: my love for the place, for the one man left, for my children and friends and the great green pulse of spring. – Sally Mann
I’m lucky enough to have a muse. Someone who inspires me, encourages me and drives me to expand my vision.
Having a muse can mean a struggle with reality, as Sally Mann eludes to. A struggle for your time, the demands of life, other people. But a muse can also give you wings to soar above life into the realm of artists…and there’s no better feeling than that.
Sometimes a muse can be a person, sometimes it can be a place, a particular piece of art, etc. Some photographers spend a lifetime exploring one place in depth, and that’s what drives them.
What inspires you?