Month: November 2013

Our Saviour, The Good Old British Pub

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It seems I am now being assessed on my social media skills; what a happy coincidence! Now I can rant my way to a BA (Hons) degree! My next post is about ‘my local watering hole’ and why I prefer to sit down the said to work on my blog (rather than in the comfort of my room) and exploring the reasons behind my continued obsession with the pub. This may ring true to some of you.
I have explored the idea of addiction, and I can count this out for the following reasons: if I just wanted a drink, I could down the shops and buy myself a bottle of wine for the price it costs me for a glass of the finest down the pub. Similarly, I could go to the nearest Wetherspoons and drink for half the price of my local. As cliché as it sounds, it all boils down the ‘ambience.’
 
Definition of ambience: “the character and atmosphere of a place” (thanks http://www.oxforddictionaries.com) and my local definitely does have character. It’s the people that make it; the familiarity and social aspect that I wouldn’t find sat in my room on my own. I don’t make an effort to invite people to join me for a social experience. I just know that they are there if I wish them to be. I think it stems from being an only child. My childhood was a lonely one. Not unhappy and I only recognise the loneliness through recent reflection. But still I think the need for human interaction even if it is indirectly, has been engrained into me.
 
The modern world can be a lonely place. We were designed to be part of a tribe and we are becoming more and more detached from the tribe mentality. If everyone had a local pub to go to in their hour of need, I think the world would be a happier place. We should never underestimate the value of our fellow folk.
 
To give credit to the inspiration for this post; my local pub – http://whitehartinn.net/  xx
 
Local Pub
Local Pub
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The Spiritual Ego and Me

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Most of the focus of my current work and present trains of thought revolve around ego.

I am very conscious of the separation between true self and the ego and making sure I am aware when it arises. It is very difficult to separate yourself from the ego as it is engrained into our psyche as human beings and we have been conditioned to embrace our sense of self rather than separate from it.

I have developed a very volatile relationship with my ego recently. I have come to recognise it’s negative traits and don’t want to be associated with that part of myself. I tirelessly try to ignore the “poor me’s”, “what about me’s?”and the the incessant need for approval and recognition.

It makes me wonder if I have been displaying these negative traits for most of my life, and why I have anyone that cares about me at all if I have been this self absorbed for so long. Then again I am not alone with this infliction, all humans suffer from the ego. I would therefore only assume that they have been too caught up in their own ego battles to notice mine.

I am pleased however that I have been able to attain a certain degree of separation from my ego and most of the time can bring it into my consciousness. I’m wondering what the next stage is now? Do I carry on the battle as if burdened with a split personality disorder in the hope that eventually my life will become less and less interrupted by these egoic episodes, and therefore be able more in tune with my true self? I am hoping that practise makes perfect. And it is a rather pleasing goal to entertain; to be rid of your ego, or at least to make friends with it and only hang out with it occasionally by choice.

Love Defined

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I have recently been asked how I know if I am in love. Although slightly off topic with regards to my usual rants regarding ego, love is an interesting contrasting subject as an experience of life in its purest form. Love, when not confused with addiction; a typical egoic trait, is definitely a human affliction of the kinder variety. To explore what love is, I think we first have to rule out addictions that are sometimes confused with love. To be addicted to something is to have a dependency on it. People in love are often described to say that they “need someone.” This then negates the positive qualities of love because of selfish desires.

You will always have selfish desires even in loving relationships; this is part of human nature. But when this is of pre-eminence then the relationship is turned into a power struggle and the original purity of the relationship is lost. The emphasis of love should be based on the other person.

Ego aside, the bounds of true love are endless. Sometimes difficult to describe with earthly limitations such as verbal and written communication, I think I can only touch the surface and provide an essence of what it is to love based my own personal experience and inquisitions into human nature as a whole.

To love someone is to want them to never feel pain, to feel and be the best they can be. To have an overwhelming desire to keep them safe and make sure they know how cherished they are, to look at them and feel deep adoration and feel complete in their company.

Love is an attachment, and with attachment comes fear. To love someone is to know a fear of losing them either emotionally or physically. There is also the fear of your actions bringing suffering to them. You have a responsibility in a loving relationship of being conscious of your actions and reactions and how these may make the other feel. You want them to feel wanted and adored and have trust in your commitment to them.

To love someone is to know that you have a gift you should cherish, a best friend, a mentor and a muse. Someone to share intimate moments, moments of sadness and joy and someone who you can grow with mutually and enrich each other’s lives.

I feel that that I haven’t done the subject justice, but some things just go beyond words. I’ll finish with a couple of lyric extracts from people who have made an admirable job of creating some heartfelt lyrics:

“I don’t wanna miss one smile, I don’t wanna miss one kiss
Well, I just wanna be with you, right here with you, just like this
I just wanna hold you close, feel your heart so close to mine
And stay here in this moment for all the rest of time”
Aerosmith

To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn’t think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold, Utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can’t explain. So would I be out of line if I said “I miss you”?
Incubus

Indroduction

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Welcome to Confessions In Art. I suppose the best place to start would be the reason behind this blog.

 I have been blogging for a few years now; this is my second blog. I have been using blogging as a creative tool to publicise my achievements in art. To some degree I would like to use this blog to carry this on, but thought a new blog was necessary due to the direction my artwork seems to be taking. I have recently been exploring the bounds and possibilities of confessional art after the realisation of the cathartic nature of my work. I have been working on an art journal over the summer and would like to take this further by documenting the exploration of the depths of my subconscious.

 Therefore, this blog is also a piece of artwork within itself; an online art journal. And naturally, it will be self-medicated therapy and a virtual public confession of the workings of my psyche. Enjoy!

Have Your Cake and Smoke it
Have Your Cake and Smoke it