GC Myers/ Work-In-Progress, February 2024
Can a finite being ever attain infinity?
After all, isn’t that ultimately the goal of the artist, to seek that intangible state of infinity, that all-encompassing state of being beyond our knowledge and sight?
I don’t know the answer.
I do know that I am a finite being, limited in so many ways.
I have a finite amount of talent and ability.
Finite amount of intelligence.
Finite amounts of insight and experience.
Finite discipline.
Finite imagination.
Finite faith.
Finite certainty.
Finite courage.
Finite patience.
Finite energy.
Finite potential.
Finite time.
I am finite, limited in all ways.
The exception to that being seemingly unlimited amounts of fear and self-doubt.
And hope.
Hope that I can somehow exceed all my many limitations to attain that infinity I seek.
Is that enough?
Maybe. Maybe not.
And maybe one’s finiteness doesn’t matter.
Perhaps it is in the desire, the continual reaching for it, despite one’s human limitations.
I had these thoughts while working on the new painting at the top over the last few days. Thinking about it now, maybe infinity comes in the work itself.
I don’t know but, as a truly finite being, certainly hope so…
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