Muse Stories

Friday December 9th 1910 A little after 6am. Somewhere in Paris... Don't know why I waited until last night to go down to the clay mill. I've known for days that I was low on clay and would need it by today. It's not like I dread digging it and hauling it to my studio or even preparing it. I enjoy it. Just haven’t felt like getting out after hours the past few weeks. I probably made it to bed around 1am last night. Had to...

I really just don’t get it, I don’t get it at all.He said that he would look for me but ignored me when I called. Distant and rather hostile I didn’t really understand.What was this attitude coming from this formerly so sweet man? It was like a light switch that went off in my head.My lust for him died all at once, it seemed really dead. I’ll always be fond of him and consider him a friend.But this cat and mouse game he p...

It was one of those boring days again. John would make me sit as still as I could, and use me as he always did whenever he had a sudden epiphany to paint. “keep quiet and just help me, darling,” he would mutter whenever I made a peep of complaint, and he would silence me completely with a long and hard kiss before he stepped away from me, his eyes never leaving me, and sit again at his infernal favorite position, behind ...