Every year, prompted by superstition I suppose, I create a piece that is simply the "portrait" of my Muse. (S)he is never the same twice. Sometimes, she is shy. Sometimes she is intimidating. Once she was even male! I always limit the prints of these pieces to only 30 and I destroy the original when they are gone.
“There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say, 'It is yet more difficult than you thought.' This is the muse of form”