Self-expression being what it is for many a creative soul, as a public form of display presents a problem for those that inadvertently become acquainted with such an individual. The most obvious demonstrated impulse of such egos is to put forth their experience of the world in an unvarnished manner free of constraint. Yet on occasion the designated muse of the moment becomes unexpectedly uncooperative with the likeness offered for general view. And this fact of itself drives a wedge between the two. A fence if you will over what might be analogized as open prairie between two parties. A stake in the heart of further prospective relations. And depending upon the weight of the feeling for the one that has invested time in that regard putting forth effort to achieve what they deem perfection in their are, an unexpected slap in the face of the definition of what they feel is their vocation in life. The break between an artist and their designated muse being in some grave sense akin to a sudden divorce. The commitment of time and emotional energy in some fundamental way rebuffed. One might look at it historically in some sense as found in the interaction of some bygone primitive tribe unaccustomed to a technology that freezes their image for posterity in a singular lasting object such as a tintype. The reaction of the taker of souls to such a superstition that runs counter to his own very mode of being is to shut off a possibility or to forge on despite. Either way leaving the impression that each in their way has betrayed the mutual formative relations between them. A possible avenue of interaction severed.
Much in the tradition of the writing of an O’Henry as with his famous “The Gift of the Magi” story these situations can run cross purposes in general in the most ironic of ways. The prospect of future experience of the one engaged in capturing creative lightning in a bottle cut short in terms of expecting any further magic coming forth from that troublesome subject. A small thing in terms of the denial of permission by the sitter but a core issue in terms of the one given initial license to snap away with their shutter. A mode of what was initially for them an essential ritual of self-expression to be rightfully exhibited to others and popularly enjoyed as part of the relationship now denied. The foundation stones of someone proud of what they deem perfection now seeming to be anathema. The fact of the same insulting in some way to the very fiber of the being to what they feel they are about. A musician if you will told by that they supposed was their most appreciative audience suddenly to shut up. The situation made even worse by the mentality of a muse that finds such a request trivial in nature. The basic right to tell some universal truth ungratefully quashed by that source of inspiration.
How ironic that in these current turbulent times of a far reaching sense of self-empowered egos that are currently running amok with the notion that their personal conception of should’s and should not’s must be automatically accepted by the great weight of society opposite to them? A non-medical form of implicit intellectual property based form of social distancing based upon that now lost sense of privacy of one’s own person as their personal property alone. Felicity and tolerance a bygone practice now deemed a woefully misguided practice of the past. Take a picture if you will. Use your smart phone to capture a motion graphic. But don’t expect any other person to serve as your grateful muse! The underlying tyranny of the mercurial individual ire substantiated by that too easy mindset of mob mentality. Why then should there be a society that is anything but iconoclast? A spiteful form of Socialist inspired refuge readily satiating every bruised ego. Quickly protecting it from potential harm from the potential exploitation of someone outside the ‘pale’ that will not submit to the currently fashionable adherence to popular consensus, Something now in vogue raging through our once popular but now dysfunctional society. To the artist, the constriction of their freedom to express is a dead world. A non-starter not worthy of continuing their personal journey to. How sad that such a place afflicted by this overall attitude too soon descends into darkness of the human spirit overall, A realm where no one dares try lest they break some newly devised universal censure and runs afoul of the bounteous farm of sensitive egos planted like prescient land mines. Ever fearful of being bruised and therefor anxious to explode. And then eventually in turn, a seed bed for a reciprocal corresponding opposite demand for the equivalence of similarly equal rights! One where those previously scapegoated would then turn about to revert to an in-kind sense diminished outlook over all issues once minuscule. And will then bide their time to that point in the future when they also demand their own rat a tat ‘tat‘ from against that former muse for compliance in the exclusion of that former once innocently inspired exposition of their suffering ‘victims‘ ‘tit‘!