A female artist is narrated by four men and shaped into a "muse". When readers piece together all the narrations, they get a glimpse of her true life trajectory that is independent of the male gaze.
Every man needs light to illuminate himself, but no one wants to see the source of the light.
When the telling power of the "love myth" falls entirely into the hands of men, the real woman disappears.
She is not anyone's muse, she just lives in her own orbit
Intent: When the power to tell the "love myth" falls entirely into the hands of men, real women disappear.