Emerging From What?

Well, Folks, it is around 3:20 am here at Casa de Las Ranas…and I must say that I can not get back to sleep.  I emerged from a perfectly delightful narco-like dream sequence and have been awake for an hour and a half….I have visited all my familiar sites on the internet…did a lil' googling and finally I come up with the question:  what is all this stuff about emerging artists?  Where and what do artists emerge from?  Or what are they emerging too?  What constitutes emerging?  I think this is a tag line that the business end of the art world has created for financial or definitive economic reasons…(I just made that up)…I know absolutely nothing…sometimes I believe that I know myself…and maybe I do…but quite frankly I forget all the time…to know my true nature…that seems so vague or unattainable.  But the idea of knowing my true nature is so alluring that somehow, I remain in the chase….maybe I should just let myself emerge…I have been comparing myself with others for what seems like eons…enough…but maybe some more emergence is needed…as Gurjieff once said:  "Remember Thyself"  Perhaps I shall emerge from this remembrance into a knowing space of presence and acceptance….wish me luck as I escape fom this babbling…Babble on, Dear Babylon….Richard returns on Saturday….cuddles are needed on this end…..By the way, I still have not found my camera…