I wish I could respond as easily as Igor in Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein when he answers “There wolf!” to the question “Werewolf?” Where is my muse? Did it leave with the traveling Broadway production of Young Frankenstein when it left Memphis to go on to Omaha?
Or perhaps it disappeared during those strange events that occurred during last weekend’s Supermoon?
Wherever it is, it’s not here with me. And I’m getting anxious because, for one I have a couple of spring shows lined up. The first of which is less than two weeks away.
I’ve been trying to come up with some fresh and new designs, but I just can’t get away from the old ones. Maybe some photos of my previously created work will help inspire my muse to return.
Isaac Hayes and Roberta Flack, please help me find my muse!