Man cannot remake himself without suffering, for he is both the marble and the sculptor.
Alexis Carrel
I love those liminal spaces where art, architecture, fashion and photography intersect. Where it is not clear which subject is the artist and which the muse, which is the art and which is the imitation. I love these photos of models and statues, the languid, but fixed poses, the loosely draped clothing, the musculature, the somber expressions, the contrast of marble and flesh, supple and solid.
What does it mean to be a muse? What does it mean to be art? Can the living turn into statues in your story? Can the statues come alive?
How can these photos inform your writing or other art? What appeals to you about them visually? Where is the line between real and unreal?
As always, leave me a comment if this inspired you to write/make something. Happy creating!
Leigh Hecking 