Lala Drona (right), and Muse Leira (left)
What Lala Drona wrote had the tendency to come true. Fortunately (and unfortunately) for her, all the desires and dreams that she had written had already come true, and she was now living them. Lala lied alone in her bed and thought about how creation comes from a lack, and how a satiated writer isn’t much of a writer at all. Lala thought about what she wanted. What did she desire? Perhaps it was world domination, perhaps it was to get the art laboratory back in business. Whatever it was, it was in that moment that Lala realized she wanted nothing more than to be lying next to someone else.
The story of Muse Leira
In 18th century Portugal, in the small town of Messejana, Colonel Morgado died and left his estate to his four servants. His loyal and dedicated Muse, grew depressed from the lack of creative collaboration with the Colonel. Over the years that followed, the battle strategy notebooks and plans they created together disappeared, buried in dust. Muse Leira refused to occupy any other room after the Colonel’s death and condemned herself to those four walls for eternity.
Messejana, Portugal
It wasn’t until recently, three centuries later, that Leira had the opportunity to dust off her inspiration projectors and collaborate with artists visiting the Colonel’s room.
The last servant left alive in the house decided to move into the house next door and rent out the Morgado home. A young couple moved into the house with their baby, but made a point to stay out of the Colonel’s room at night, as recommended by the previous owner. Muse Leira haunted the room at all hours, but her image only appeared at night, when she had the power to touch the tenants of the room.
The couple converted the house into an art residency, inviting international artists from
Colonel Morgado’s room
around the world to visit and work on their projects.
Winnie was the first to stay in the Colonel’s room. She was an ink-landscape painter from China. The lights constantly switched on and off and the bulbs burned out. Winnie saw Muse Leira for the first time on the night of the new moon. She could not sleep and when she opened her eyes and rolled over, a head covered in a white cloth bag stared straight back at her. Needless to say, Winnie left the residency early.
Madeleine was the next to stay in the Colonel’s room. She was an abstract expressionist painter from France. She began work right away on the first day and filled the room with canvas and color. When she woke up the first morning, she saw that all of her t-shirts and pants had been thrown on the floor. But no matter, she submitted to the strong inspiration that boiled from within and jumped out of bed to continue painting. 
Night fell and while working at her desk, Madeleine tipped over a bottle of varnish. She desperately looked for a cloth to absorb the liquid and took one that was handed to her. She dabbed the painting with no result, and looked down at the cloth to find it was one of her t-shirts from the floor. She looked to her side to see who handed it to her, and Muse Leira stood there, wearing all of Madeleine’s clothes and giggling. After a bit of an awkward meeting, Madeleine and Leira became good friends and collaborated easily for the remainder of her stay in the Colonel’s room.
After Madeleine left, the room grew cold again, the air stagnant without the flow of creative energy. A week went by and artist Lala Drona, an American painter living in Paris,
moved into the Colonel’s room. On the first day, Lala rearranged the room to take advantage of the light coming in from the windows. Lala’s painting materials still hadn’t arrived and she felt herself growing weak from the lack of creation. She woke up in the middle of the night sick with a cold. The roosters crowed and the dogs barked outside, rattling the bed she slept in. Lala found the strength to approach the tissue box in front of the mirror on the other side of the room. She grabbed a tissue and while blowing her nose, she looked into the mirror to find the head covered in a cloth bag standing behind her. Lala would have screamed if she hadn’t lost her voice.
Muse Leira ran across the wall and knocked a trapped door open before hiding in the corner. Realizing Leira was a muse, and having had extensive experience with muses, Lala tried to calm her while tiptoeing towards the trapped door. Inside, Lala found old paintings on paper—portraits of the Colonel and his servants. Further inside, she found charcoal.
Lala started coughing and Muse Leira led her back to bed. Muse Leira brought over a board with paper and the charcoal and sat next to Lala. She set up the drawing board and Lala began sketching out ideas for paintings. She thought about what she wanted. She thought about the relationships she had had with the Drones (assistants in her former art laboratory), other artists and muses. Muse Leira reminded her that it is those relationships which make Lala human.
Over the next few days, Leira nursed Lala back to health. Leira inspired Lala, and Lala grew stronger with every collaboration. Lala’s painting supplies finally arrived, and thanks to Muse Leira, she is now off to a strong beginning.
Based on a fact.
Kendal Dreges, Minisota Artlife Press
Based On A Fact 
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