The Source of Artistic Inspiration

"Euterpe glanced her fingers o'er her lute,lines of the Odyssey still serve as a strong testimony
And lightly waked it to a cheerful strain,to the idea that the muse of inspiration should be
Then laid it by, and took the mellow flute,invoked first and foremost in the artist's creative life:
Whose softly flowing warble filled the plain:"Sing to me, o Muse, of the wise man who traveled
It was a lay that roused the drooping soul,far..."It sometimes makes one wonder why certain
And bade the tear of sorrow cease to flow"(fromperiods of history are blessed by an exorbitant
"An Ode to Music" by James G. Percival)She isamount of creative inspiration and flourish with an
capricious, fickle, hard to please. She lets you wait forabundance of refined and soul-stirring art, whereas
her in desparation for many long hours - and decidesother periods seem almost deprived of true artistic
not to come. Then the next day she suddenlybeauty and lack a higher inspiration and vision. Could
comes, unexpected, unannounced. Queen of arbitrarythis be explained by the suggestion that the artists
appearances, mistress of magical moments, empressof these more prosperous times had more faith in
of eloquence, embodied by the unseen, subtlethe guidance of the muse and consciously or
thought-wave tickling the brain, instilling in the subtleunconsciously invoked her presence? Or by the
sense a heightened awareness of the divine reality.assumption that the muse herself was more active in
She is inspiration. She is the Muse.If we look her up inthese periods, scattering her seeds of inspiration
a dictionary or an encyclopaedia we come to learnfreely about, and more withdrawn in others, retired
that there were originally nine muses, representingbehind the walls of her castle on the Olympus,
the nine goddesses of arts and science. None otherunseen and unheard by mortal eyes and ears? Do
than Zeus was their father. He graced them withwe invent the gods or do the gods invent us? An
melodious names, fitting to their high positions:eternal question to which no clear-cut answer has
Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia,been provided. Perhaps it is a little of both.But enough
Terpsichore, Thalia and Urania. A temple erected in'musing' on her rich tradition and past, for the past -
their honour was called a 'Mouseion', a name we nowas they say - is dust. What you and I want to know
give to the venue where the fruits of their inspirationis how we can successfully invoke the muse here
can be found: the museum.It was not wise toand now; how we can tempt or persuade her to
contend with these high-learned gals, as thedescend from her pink cloud and mingle with our
daughters of king Pierus found out when theycrying efforts, so that we can create something
entered into a singing competition with the musesbeautiful, something worthwhile, lasting and satisfying.
and were badly defeated. The muses were notFor too often have we endured her cold silence and
satisfied with victory alone, for legend has it theythe empty hours of her absence. Too often were
changed the nine princesses into magpies. The Sirenswe to rely on our own limited faculties, forced to be
- mythological creatures with the body of a bird andsatisfied with mediocrity. Yet when she finally shows
the head of a woman - whose enchanting andherself, she leaves too early, before her work is
spellbinding songs issued from their rock in the seaproperly done and we are left with two sublime lines
sent many a sailor to an early sea-grave, also triedof poetry or a few inspired brush strokes while the
their luck and pitted their musical skill against that ofrest of the painting and poem are doomed to the
the muses. The Sirens suffered not only defeat, butwell-meaning sweat of our human brow, missing their
also the loss of their feathers, as the muses pluckedpromising claims to immortality.So how can we
them out to make crowns out of.The lesson learnedcapture the muse permanently and bind her to us
is that one should not compete with muses. Butirrevocably? When looking at and observing the lives
instead of competing with them, one can invoke theirof the great Masters of art, there seems to be only
presence and let their inspiration's flow create worksone answer: one needs to practise diligently,
of wonder and beauty, whether in painting, poetry,ceaselessly and untiringly. Practise makes perfect, as
literature, music or drama. Homer's famous openingthe old adage goes.