Recently, a couple of posts, by Laura Martone and Lady Glamis, got me thinking about what inspires a story. Many ideas seem to spring from random whims, and some from snippets of real life.
Here’s a possibility…
A handsome young artist attends a soiree, where he notices a pretty newcomer. Alas, his scorned lover befriends her, thwarting his attempts to make her acquaintance.
Some time passes, during which he works to perfect his art. He hears she marries, and so does he.
More time passes. His marriage dissolves, as does his satisfaction with his painting. Consequently, he undertakes a study of an American Impressionist, copying his loose style, even replicating some of his work.
Through mutual friends, he hears about the young woman, that her marriage blew apart.
Maneuvering providence, he places himself in her company. He studies her face and falls in love with her countenance. Inspired, he returns to his studio and paints all night…
Of course, she marries him—how could a woman resist a man who, from memory, paints her face on a masterpiece?
...And they live happily ever after.
Sometimes real life situations inspire the best stories. I know there are many out there…
John Singer Sargent’s Mrs Henry White, with some alteration.