by Eric Michot
As an artist, am I identifying with my art?
Do I become the product of my own creation as I am expressing what appears to be my creation?
Am I creating myself through my expression?
While I am creating an art form, am I being created?
Who is the artist? Me or the art I believe I create?
As I express the art from my consciousness, I become who I am, the creation, the creator, the one and the other, the presence within the space.
The absence of form within the formâEUR¦
Am I real before I create, therefore created?
Am I ever created before I am creating?
Who I am if not the expression of my own will and thoughts, ideas and the rest?
Can I be other than what I think? Can I see my thoughts as I see myself?
Who I am if I can see my thoughts? Who is looking?
I am no longer my thoughts as I become the observer who observes the thoughts.
Observing a creation which is me, which is my creation that is observing me.
Observing my creation creating me, I grow to be whole as I become aware of the presence within the space, the absence of form within the formâEUR¦
As an artist, am I identifying with my art?
Absolutely, if it means not doing soâEUR¦
What do I become from not being anymore?
Have I ever being anything if I am nothing now?
Am I ever nothing when I was something sometimes?
What is the definition of being? What is being a definition?
Do we define ourselves through definition of others?
Who are others? Ourselves?
As a human being, am I identifying with my life?
Do I believe I am my mind?
I may not be my mind; my mind may believe to be me.
It may doesn’t know more than its own experience.
My mind is my experience. The experience of itself.
The remembrance of its own existence.
Therefore believes it is what it remembers to be, through its own experience.
The mind is a loop, a never ending circleâEUR¦
I am the observer, not what is observed.
I am free from my mind, as I am looking; I am getting perspective.
I become the perspective. I believe I am the perspective as I become.
I create an identity with this idea as I understand it. I become what I understand,
As I understand what I become. Identifying with the idea of what I become.
Am I ever real? Are we identification? I am for now, until I indentify with the idea of not being identified.
As an artist, am I identifying with my art?