The Art of Discovery

I had forgotten how much i love to paint. I don't remember painting anything good. Perhaps because i never did know what to paint. Painting can be very personal because it tells the story of you. The deeper you get, perhaps the more amazing the discovery could be.

It should never be about perfection because the striving to be perfect means you are always striving to be perfect. It is impossible to be perfect being the insignificant speck of dust that we are in the universe. Also, not everyone will agree to your kind of perfection even if you did think you attained it. You could stare at that perfect piece of work that you think you have and in time, you'ld probably think of ways to perfect it even more. Striving for perfection seems like an exercise in disatisfaction and preoccupation in overcoming it. You could almost say perfection is a delusion.

You could say one thing was perfect in comparison to another which wasn't. Or perhaps if there was nothing to compare with, then it would be perfect wouldn't it? or if there were too many things to compare with, perhaps nothing is perfect, or everything is perfect?

I've been sitting here thinking..but what is perfect?

If i can think of one thing that was perfect, it would be something unconditional and without doubt of its perfection. What is unconditional.... but Love?

To be perfect would then mean that every single particle of you would have to be composed of atoms of unconditional love. If we were to entertain the thought that we were composed of atoms of unconditional love, would it then not mean that everything was already perfect as it was/is?

Simply though, i love to paint because i love to discover things i didn't know before. Sometimes discovering that i do not know.

Perfection to me means infinite possibilities and neverending discoveries. Perfection meaning there is no end, no final product and the epitomy of eternity that continues endlessly. Every moment is unhinged - free. To suspend perception and judgement just enough, to reveal something transcendental. That is the theory anyway. To be completely unhinged might land one in the nuthouse. haha.

Here is a picture i painted a few months ago that I wanted to share. :)