You'll find Betcee May at : her official site (in construction), her MySpace, her gallery at deviantART, One Model Place, Model Mayhem.
Betcee May is an internationally renowned model. I'm sure that everybody know her (it's really impossible to miss her work !).
That said, she's also a passionate painter since her childhood, what explains her so particular artistic approach :"My subjects have always been women. There is an intense beauty that comes across when people are in their most natural state, nude. As an artist, this provided constant inspiration."
In the beginnings of my long Columbo's style investigation, I believed she was a model, and that's it, a true Muse dedicating with success her life to this so difficult work. But, surfing from site to site, I've discovered how much she cares for life... I've seen the quality of her texts and the deepness of her humanism. I've seen her shining soul. Wow...
While reading her, I was more and more surprised to meet an artist so engaged. And, finally, before to write these words, I told me with a big smile : " yes, we are all connected."
Now, I know why David L. Le Beck loves her so much. And, stronger than ever, with hope and impatience, I'm waiting for my Muse... And she knows what I mean.
" We are all important and we are all connected.
I believe that is the most important lesson of all : it is about being in this moment right now - alive, open and evolving."
I believe that is the most important lesson of all : it is about being in this moment right now - alive, open and evolving."
Who I am ?
" Nekkid twirling, swirling daisy fairy girl skipping and tripping barefoot through mud, blue glass, hearts and chocolate....
I am lazily eager, inspired and sleeping most of the time. I will eat anything.
Play the guitar for me and I am yours.
I like boys who are gentlemen and girls who are a little more raw and not scared of me.
I come from wild hippy free flowing amazingly brilliant and wonderful parents. I was born in a barn on eighty acres of trees and daisies. Coming out, I was early, backwards and not breathing... I make up for it now.
I was raised to see the beauty and have ultimate respect for human and animal life, the planet I was born onto, and my own existence. I was brought up with few boundaries and with an expectation to constantly grow and challenge myself on all levels.
by Ward LaForme
"Body"
I have been everywhere and still nowhere somehow.
Quiet. Analytical. Emotional. Passionate. Sensual. Raw. Alive. Bruised. Wanderer. Spontaneous.
Maternal. Hungry. Dreamer. Playful.
Tree-hugger. Tree-climber. Mud wrestler.
I love my dog.
I've been told I smell like playdough.
I look like my mom.
I moisturize with olive oil.
I am secretly ...
I'm a damn good muse.
I like to make naked art.
I'm an artist.
My skin is my multi dimensional moving-living-breathing-inspiring canvas.
That's why I'm here.
I like to make naked art.
I'm an artist.
My skin is my multi dimensional moving-living-breathing-inspiring canvas.
That's why I'm here.
by Robert Faber
I have said I am a muse on a mission. This is largely in reference to my work as a model.
To me, being called a muse is the greatest compliment I could receive.
As an artist myself, I have full understanding of how important inspiration is. If I can provide that to someone, or to many... what an ultimate blessing.
What makes you wake up in the morning ? What motivates you ? What inspires you ? If I can be the answer to any of this, that alone gives me purpose.
My mission - to inspire both myself and others, to grow, challenge, think, share, work towards a greater good, love my planet and those who walk it, to LIVE, fully.
But... ?... What is a Muse ?
The demonstration by David LeBeck
" Recently my dear friend and muse Betcee May wrote in response to a comment on one of our photos the following note :
"I think one of the wonderful things about David's work is that he truly appreciates the honest beauty of a woman, without the gloss and pretense that so many photographers hide their subjects in.
By letting ME shine through and not a photoshop filter, he is demonstrating his trust in something that goes beyond glam. He is showing Life. These are images that make you want to crawl into them, reach out and touch, caress, smile and love with." Betcee May
by David LeBeck
"Two Rocks, 129"
Betcee said something very much like this to me directly on our very first shoot together. I've been trying fitfully to get her to put it in writing ever since. When I saw this I was touched and thrilled. What a wonderful thing for her to say.
I know that when she writes so eloquently like this she speaks from her heart. To know that she believes in me like this is humbling, and wonderful. I realize also that perhaps I inspire her a little too. This is part of why she inspires me, like no one else can, to try to make photographs that make you want to crawl into them, touch and caress, smile and love with. I'm so grateful to her for the inspiration she gives me. I'm proud and astounded by the response to the Art we create together !"
" Thank you My Friend, My Muse !
You make me strive.
You make me think.
You make me better than I was before I met you.
I raise my glass of spirit from the land of my Illustrious Ancestors and toast the many years of collaboration we have ahead of us !"
You make me strive.
You make me think.
You make me better than I was before I met you.
I raise my glass of spirit from the land of my Illustrious Ancestors and toast the many years of collaboration we have ahead of us !"
A wonderful text she loves, a way to her heart :
From "The Invitation" by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
" It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life' is betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstacy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself ; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
by David LeBeck
"Earth's Child"
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes !"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else fall away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments."
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