Art as an emotional prostitution in the domain of P3.
Because P3 doesn’t want to admit who they are in the darkest places of their being, they exploit and monetize this painful part of themselves in order to perform for the gaze of another’s eyes as someone skilled, artistic, *intentional* (hence the Ichazo’s domain of arts in P3). This is how they sell themselves away, controlled by gaze and desires of another. What’s "ugly" they turn, or make look artistic, undesired into lusted after, so that it can be sold as something positive, ideal, and perfect. This gives them the external reassurance that this is indeed how they are.
They sell their ugliest parts, *not only* to deny the fear they have of these parts sabotaging them when it comes to acquiring unconditional love (eg. failing by default, based on who they innately are) and to therefore have a reassured self-image, but *also because* the skill of attracting, convincing, influencing, or hypnotizing another eyes to pay attention to them that is of praise or admiration in result is a matter of not what you sell but *how you sell it.* Art is in the skill, not in talent. It’s of a greater value to be validated in what you’ve succeeded in, not in what you’ve won at birth.
And if they see that someone falls for their, weakest, "hideous" parts of who they are, they experience the idea of "unconditional" love, which is only a matter of illusion, and not truly unconditional either, since in their subconscious mind, it’s because they *managed* to twist ugly into beautiful, and eventually deceived the other person into thinking this is what they really are. I say what, not who, because they objectify themselves through their traits of efficiency at acquiring attention into doings, not simply living as beings.
Not to mention, if they were to admit someone else fell not for their maximized, twisted version of their shadow but for the shadow itself, that would in itself defy their ability to present themselves as effectively as they can.
Slowly, they sell out piece of themselves to others. The better they sell out their behavior labeled as their innate state, the more they will reassure not primarily their own idea of who they are but other people’s idea of who they should be. This is how they master succeeding being quintessential to whatever criteria they’re expected to meet. If not meeting those results in disappointment on the other side, the disappointment becomes mutual.
After all, love of another objectively matters more than their own. Despite how much they may love themselves, it will never be enough to compare to the validation the external source of love comes with. They live through the eyes of another, especially their chosen ones.
And because they don’t want to be touched by the gaze of the one who is not automatically driven to admire and desire their beauty, intellect, skills, and emotion, they sell themselves to a better target - eyes that supply them with a gaze, a person that provides them with no limit or condition.
A person, who unlike the former doesn’t see them as shameful, deficient, unvaluable, in their self-proclaimed weakness or gaps to be fixed, but considers such "flaws" as unique, adorable quirks. They want to master their world, ideals, fantasies, to shine in their eyes and soul above all, not to compete with the rest. They want to be a choice, not an option. They’re afraid of being a mere option even after being already chosen.
All of this becomes ironic to them when they realize that the love they wanted to earn unconditionally, by who they are, something as humble and pure as appreciation and desire for how they look, not just how they appear, and for who they are, not just for what they do, they end up desperately trying to acquire by conquering the condition it takes to satify external expectations, even of those people that aren’t close to them.
To them, regardless of how ambitious (even if on the basis of external applause) they are, they end up forgeting these goals of theirs. And so in the name of other’s gaze they’ve lost in their own eyes. It’s not their own goal of achieving love they fought for, it’s to be proven loveable at all.
Other’s feelings about them matter more than their own feelings of themselves. They feel through another’s tear, see through another’s eyes, live through another’s experience. This is not just a metaphor, this is a lifestyle, so ingrained that even if they say they hate themselves, they truly can’t. They only hate the fact their chosen audience hates them, or simply doesn’t like them the most of all.
I think it’s needless to say the way they exploit themselves, in the way of emotional nudity, isn’t exactly financial. What they’re buying is attention, addicted and hypnotized one at that - a gaze, by selling a piece of themselves to another cosplaying as something the other wants to see, an image and object of emotional satisfaction, not a being that isn’t always moldable and may refuse to comply with one’s wishes, because at the end of the day, that’s what it takes to have an illusion of love - to sell a peace of yourself immeasurable in value all because you cannot see the value in yourself.
"What’s the point of your gaze molesting someone’s flesh, if its beauty you can’t admire as much as their soul? You’ll use them without even being infatuated with them, discard them instead of consuming them, push them away rather than merging with them,"
Laura.














