Greetings, dear listeners.

We certainly haven't forgotten about you, and thank you for your patience as we catch up with ourselves in this new year.

I'd like to invite you now to relax and allow us to take you on an odyssey through the ages. We travel to the storied land

of Greece, present and past, to invoke the muses for a bit of divine inspiration. The following tale

was taped live in New York City on December 10th, 2017. It was part of our show, The Master's Hand.

Oils, pastels, acrylics, marble, wood, inks, charcoal, watercolor, pencil, mixed media, language, voice, instrument, body, chisel or brush, pen or knife,

the master's hand always finds a way and a means to create. But what is there to be said of

inspiration? When all is said and done, some may say that it's actually perspiration that weighs heavier in the balance.

In ancient Greece, this was not the case.

To receive that flash of brilliance that brings forth a great work of art was a divine gift. Come on now, people. Keep up, keep up, lots to see.

Give it back, Marcus.

Or what? You're gonna tell? Baby, bonnie tell mama.

No, I won't tell, please.

That's because you're a scaredy cat, too scared to tattle even.

Can't get me, baby Bon Bon.

And that brings us to our next site and a very special one at that.

Now, it may not look like much, but these few acres of land were once home to the long-lost

village of Opus.

The town was blessed and beloved by nine, the nine muses of myth, beautiful goddesses who

inspired all the great artists, musicians, and poets.

According to legend, this land was once fruitful and prosperous.

But an unknown catastrophe resulted in the town's destruction, leaving those ancient mysteries

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