The Absolute

It's framed now, so I guess there is no turning back!

I’ve found that the process writing is quite similar to that of abstract painting.
I start with this seed of an idea (a feeling) and expand from there. Where it goes, I’m not quite sure, until I’ve reached the end at least.

So how do you know when a painting is done? How do you know when the final brush stroke has been made? I find that the same questions pertain to writing. Is a piece ever really done? I guess, in essence, no. It’s never really done, because being “done” implies an absoluteness, something complete to the point where no changes can ever be made. Changes can always be made. There are always areas that we’ll want to improve on or maybe you didn’t get the colours or words just right the first time around. But sometimes you have to throw insecurity to the wind and release your work to the world.

Is it done yet?

just striving for details that I don't want to change

After battling with these unsure feelings, sometimes as artists we will reach that point where we believe in our hearts that nothing else needs to be done. Once a piece of art or writing has reached the final draft, where I am confident in the clarity of its message and the feelings being conveyed, it’s time to step back. Maybe you know the feeling too? When you’ve come to the end of something and you just know that you’ve reached its absolute.

details of the bigger picture

I may or may not have painted over these details already

In philosophy, the concept of the Absolute is that it is the truest reality, but its place in the arts is sporadic. Art is the act of creating something that is inexpressible, or maybe even unthinkable. The absolute is inflexible, it’s fixed. So I guess the only absolutes in art are things like there is never a round square, or that orange, purple, and green are not primary colours. It’s a fixed reality. Needless to say, there aren’t many absolutes in the art world, especially with the creative process. Perhaps there will never be a complete absolute, but we are always in the pursuit of it, are we not? We’re constantly seeking to complete ourselves as humans, to make ourselves whole, to express ourselves honestly, through whatever means possible. We are searching for our place in reality, our purpose, our absolute. A reality that goes beyond breathing. Each painting is a representation of my reality and I’m happily existing in it. ​​

Acrylic paint is my real skin