A Work Never Done

It has been said

A poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Valéry

And while I do not know if I always find this to be true in the case of poetry, I must say that never could words so true be spoken of art, that is the viusal art, painting in particular. It is the curse of the artist, that one must never find complete satsifiaction with ones work, but must simply reach a point where you know the time is to just step away.

I have currently been working on this new place, and though the main peice itself I am happy with the way it has turned out, I had this idea of a border to paint around the peice, and what I originaly had in mind did not work out quite the way I thought invisioned and so I had to abort that plan and try another, but still as I look I cannot help but to feel there is something missing and that there could be more.

It is the bane to try and find that balance between not enough, just right, and too much, for you do not want to overcrowd and go hay wire untill it becomes so busy it detracts from itself, but at the same time, how an artist does so dislike to see blank space just sitting there and not be utilitized in some way.

An artist is ever ruled by that feeling of something being missing, and yet not knowing just what that something is, it is as if the canvas and the paint are living breathing thing being crafted and you its creator, and so it is curcial not to leave it unfinnished and when that momeent comes and suddnely you see just what it was that has been left out, the last finnishing touch to completion that is an  epiphany for the arist, and to be able to stand back and look at the creation aware of its now fullness and completion is europhoric as it is such a rare gem.

3:19 PM - 1/13/2007 - post comment

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