Euphrosene Labon

Freedom of self-expression is a mixed blessing. Like the Monarchy losing its mystique, or discovering how really stupid most MPs are (take a bow, Ed Vaizey), the more we say, me included, the more we expose our faults and prejudices to the world. So why do we do it?

Maybe there is a need to be, if not loved, at least accepted, regardless of our various failings - and, of course, having unpopular or uncommon views could be perceived as failings. I have to keep reminding myself that my particular life delusion does involve thinking differently. Or at least trying to.

Preparing the speech bubbles for WEBT, and cross-referencing some scientific terms, I found myself repeating the metaphysical ideas of someone else. As it happens there is a parallel but it made me feel flat.

Yet when I write from personal experience, even if it is nothing new, it makes me feel alive, even original. But I seem to need to stop and be silent within far more frequently otherwise it doesn´t seem to work. And then I wonder why I bother. It´s not enough just being a high-performance computer in some humongous whole. I need to see and touch as well as feel that my life is worthwhile.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

self-expression, delusion, metaphysical ideas

Intriguing programme on BBC4 called Dear Diary. Well, the bits I didn´t snooze through. That´s what comes of a 6am wake up call by loud work vibes. Still in jimjams and dressing gown, I was simultaneously shifting more things (to give away), preparing goals, outlining drawings and getting worried about sales and commissions.

Later, that happy little mix had the even less happier addition of software stress. Small wonder my rushed thank you card didn´t turn out as planned.

By some equally unhappy coincidence, one of the items in my Google Reader list was a letter from Oscar Wilde on art being useless… "because its aim is simply to create a mood. It is not meant to instruct, or to influence action in any way. It is superbly sterile, and the note of its pleasure is sterility. If the contemplation of a work of art is followed by activity of any kind, the work is either of a very second-rate order, or the spectator has failed to realise the complete artistic impression."

Still, tired or otherwise, I disagree - in my case. My art very definitely is to instruct - and to influence spiritual activity in some way, but one where the piece creates the link to one´s higher mind. Ambitious, perhaps, but even for me there is a lingering benefit. Often I look at some pieces and wonder if I really painted them.

As for keeping a diary, Richard E Grant is right in that it is companionable. He also hinted (I think. Difficult to confirm as I did nod off a few times.) that more can be gleaned in what is not said.

I certainly don´t write about everything I do or think although I might briefly and in a roundabout way acknowledge some action or thought further down the line. I expect famed diarists were also fairly circuitous in their life journeying.

Now, I must bath and bed as my eyes are struggling to stay open. Let´s hope for a return to forward flow tomorrow.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

BBC4, Dear Diary, software stress, Google Reader

Finally finished my notes of the Istanbul/Ephesus trip.

If anyone´s interested in reading more, they can be found here.

The drawings will have to wait. Mountains of washing have taken precedence. Forgot it was a Bank Holiday yesterday and wondered why the delivery office and dry cleaners were closed. Am off to the hospital tomorrow for that minor biopsy (terrible word for check up of unusual lump).

The corner image is of Our Lady - for more information, you will need to read the Snapshots of Turkey.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

Istanbul, Ephesus, Bank Holiday, Our Lady