Hi Kuba,
Very well spotted and I concur that you are correct. I seek some ultimate âintuitive â emotional moment. This is very much exactly it! I canât, or should say, could not contemplate development over timeâŚ.i wanted instant intuitive perfection, which was later dressed up as artistic perfection.
Which also explains why I always write in extremes. This has always bothered me. I am otherwise a contemplative and considerate speaker. In writing, an extremist!
Writing has been to me like music. I want an ultimate artistic expression! A statement of eternal value! Just like the scripture and proverbs, I was raised on.
I also have had a âhard time with Richard saying âemotionally accepting â. I have been deliberately making myself contemplate this statement for weeks now. That an a few other statements. Letting that annoyance sweep over me, as I remind myself that the most significant human I ever met, held this to be an important consideration.
You have definitely nailed me down here. That instant perfectionist attitude, is actually an instant âintuitive â attitude. That I have through no particular fault of my own, as an individual called Andrew H, created a reality in which there is this artistic perfection around what is actually no distortion a two year old tantrum, or even before that, the âinnocent â cry of a new born; that is; everything must feel perfect, for me, right now!
Ha.
And so starts my contemplation of what being an âartist â is. Hehe
As a side note, I have been telling my sons that music was stolen from the common people, especially in the 20th century. When music was recorded and sold, it was immediately important to amplify the distinction between those who have talent and those less talented. The first rule of capitalism is scarcity. If you donât have a market, make one!
And so, within one hundred years, what was the domain of everyone, became the domain of the few âstarsâ. In that exchange, the capitalists made fortunes convincing the common person that their âartists â where the sole conduits of the music we had held in common for hundreds of thousands of years.
Peasants of creation.