Every artist knows the feeling to be kissed by his muse. The moment when you see something, that makes your whole world stop turning and the zoomeffect, when everything steps back and you see only your motive.
Dont you?

Well, my muse didnt only kiss me, she kicked me as hard as a mule.
Started to collect photos of my model already and as more as I find, as more Im sure, there are always better ones, I could miss, if I stop choosing.
And now I got a video! Like if it isnt worse enough with the photos and my memories.
Awww....I fear I wont sleep again, untill I can finish a drawing.

My model has no idea. Otherwise I could simply ask, wich modelphoto I shall take. But I dont want to scare this person. It feels like a soapbubble, that would disappear, if Im too unmindful.
I know I have waited for this chance since I started to draw people. Woah, thats creepy.