In Greek mythology there is a story about Pygmalion, a sculptor who falls in love with the statue he created. After refusing the women of the village, Pygmalion sets to work on a statue. As the days pass he falls deeper and deeper love with the emerging figure. When the statue is completed he prays to Aphrodite to make her real. She gives in and the statue becomes a living breathing woman named Galatea.
Now, you're probably wondering where I'm going with this. I have a friend E who is a constant muse and inspiration to artists all over. She is without a doubt one of the most intriguing people I have ever had the fortune to meet. Unlike Galatea however, she is flesh and blood. It is an opposite situation, where after meeting our friend E, artists try to create and capture her in all her enigmatic glory. Others try time and time again to snare pieces of her, myself included. My attempts fall woefully short but the process is always fun no matter what.
"her poses change with her every mood"
Now, you're probably wondering where I'm going with this. I have a friend E who is a constant muse and inspiration to artists all over. She is without a doubt one of the most intriguing people I have ever had the fortune to meet. Unlike Galatea however, she is flesh and blood. It is an opposite situation, where after meeting our friend E, artists try to create and capture her in all her enigmatic glory. Others try time and time again to snare pieces of her, myself included. My attempts fall woefully short but the process is always fun no matter what.
"her poses change with her every mood"
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How does it seem so easy for some, yet so painfully hard for others?
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