From The Artist by Lyra Shanti.
Christmas was filled with sensation: bareness of skin, glowing golden in hues of candlelit moonlight. It was my hand upon her hip, her thigh around my knee, and all the places of unknown tenderness. I had no idea how much I had been kept unaware.
She said she would sleep with me until breakfast, and I found myself passed out like a drunkard. My dreams were like the visions of a drugged shaman, searching for answers to long lost questions that had only, until then, belonged to the Sleeping Spirits.
When I woke, the innkeeper’s niece had disappeared with the dawn and I spent Christmas morning in a confused, yet liberated daze. I immediately took out my journal, as to gain some kind of stability.
Christmas Morning 10:25 AM
What wonders are held for all the infidels and artists? Have I come to the pearly gates of Hell, or the fiery entrance to Heaven? Is freedom a price to pay for sanity?
No! I now know that my sanity is a small sacrifice for what I must do. I MUST become a madman and a genius. Whatever it takes to feel life beyond those who study and cloister their hearts away from any sort of passionate existence.
So be it! I am a madman now! I am a slave reborn! I am wild like a wolf on the hunt! No more carefulness and classes. No more doing it exactly right! From now on, I WILL BE WILD!
A Bite of... Paul aka The Artist
Question one: As an artist, what is your greatest inspiration?
Paul: <<grins>> I have to be honest; the female form inspires me greater than any other subject. However, I am often inspired by other things, such as lovers kissing, a powerful symphony, or perhaps a rain storm. Anything has the power to inspire, if the artist is truly open.
Question two: At what age did you realise that your talent was such that it was your fate to be both artist and musician. And how did the realisation come to you?
Paul: Well… my father, Victor, was a serious musician, albeit not that well known. He began teaching me the piano forte at an early age… Around three or four years old. He also noticed my ability to draw and paint soon afterward. By the time I was seven, he wanted me to become the famous artist and composer he never was. I suppose it was fate, but only one of his making.
Question three: Who is your greatest friend, and who is your greatest enemy? And why?
Paul: My greatest friend? Hmm… True friends are hard to come by for me. They usually either become competitive or lusty. But… I do have a beautiful black dog whom I consider a dear friend. His name is Gabriel, and he’s rather loyal.
My greatest enemy? That’s easy. My own self. No one is as critical or cruel as I am to myself. But aren’t all creative types the same? In the effort to create beauty, pain, and passion, we often nearly destroy ourselves in the process. It’s a blessing…and a curse. Wouldn’t you agree?
Lyra Shanti is a novelist, poet, playwright, and songwriter who currently lives in Florida with partner and spouse, Timothy, and their two insane cats. A lover of nature, animals, anime, music, theatre, movies, myths, and of course, great books, Lyra seeks inspiration from everywhere possible! Author of the award winning sci-fi series, Shiva XIV, Lyra is a dreamer of worlds far away. Further information about Lyra's stories, music, and more can be found on her website.