Most artists have a muse. Some have several. Some of the muses
are real people the artist knows and loves. Others are
spiritual, intangible silent masters, whispering voices,
or gentle guiding hands. Nevertheless, there is always an
ideal. A dream of desire.
In my mind lives a beautiful lady. Her name changes as the
shades of her hair. I call her Autumn or Lady Harvest.
But simply, she is the personification of my favorite month
of the year. Therefore, most of the time, I just call her
October. She awakens at the touch of September, as
September leaves to rest, and walks with me till the close of
All Hallow's Eve.
I have written to her, written about her, drawn her, painted her,
and dedicated several velvet journals to her. She represents
the beauty of Autumn--the colors, the fragrances, the feelings
of the long crisp nights, and the glorious shortened days.
She is the female form of all things I love, long for,
and cherish. She is one of my intangible muses.
So I want to share some of what I have of her here. It's not
something I do with ease. I'm not used to this at all, the
knowledge of her so open. For I usually guard this that is
so close to my heart. But at the same time, believe that
somehow, there will be others who will read and feel, and
understand. This is all dedicated to them. Perhaps,
to you.