Well, Folks, it is around 3:20 am here at Casa de Las Ranas…and I must say that I can not get back to sleep. I emerged from a perfectly delightful narco-like dream sequence and have been awake for an hour and a half….I have visited all my familiar sites on the internet…did a lil' googling and finally I come up with the question: what is all this stuff about emerging artists? Where and what do artists emerge from? Or what are they emerging too? What constitutes emerging? I think this is a tag line that the business end of the art world has created for financial or definitive economic reasons…(I just made that up)…I know absolutely nothing…sometimes I believe that I know myself…and maybe I do…but quite frankly I forget all the time…to know my true nature…that seems so vague or unattainable. But the idea of knowing my true nature is so alluring that somehow, I remain in the chase….maybe I should just let myself emerge…I have been comparing myself with others for what seems like eons…enough…but maybe some more emergence is needed…as Gurjieff once said: "Remember Thyself" Perhaps I shall emerge from this remembrance into a knowing space of presence and acceptance….wish me luck as I escape fom this babbling…Babble on, Dear Babylon….Richard returns on Saturday….cuddles are needed on this end…..By the way, I still have not found my camera…
I love that you can indulge in this kind of babble without drugs….
If it wsa still the 70’s you would be gathering the multitudes of fools around you at the farm.
They would be arriving in hordes to hear your morning lecture!
Would you have alternated spanish/english, do you think?