Looking at her I feel like I finally truly understand what a muse is.
She is just so perfectly beautiful I find myself taken over by this need. A pressing need to capture this gorgeousness, this oh-so-pleasant mess of thoughts and emotions that go through me when her perfect set of features and skin and captivating eyes and magnificent body are in front of me.
It would have to be something visual, I say to myself. No words would ever do justice to it. But then again, even modern photography is limited. Reality remains three-dimensional and real-life sized. What's even worse, it is hard to bring true life to a still picture.
And not even in a million years could I become that good of a painter...
