Muse

 Whether we know it or like it, we (the artists) are often drawing (out) our own desires, dreams, fears and memories. Maya  is a fantastic model, with graceful gestures and cherubic vulnerability, but also for me a muse. Looking at her, and later looking at these drawings, I remember being eight years old, reading over and over the story of Saint Agnes. Because at the age of twelve Agnes wouldn't agree to an arranged marriage, she was paraded naked through the streets of Rome. A man dared to look at her with something less than the reverence she deserved, and was struck dead, presumably by the hand of God. The sublime personified, seen through the eyes of a pre-pubescent 60-year-old.