I finished this drawing today, and although I started it over a year ago, I still don’t know its story. That’s one thing I love about (some) art, it doesn’t have a narrative arc–a beginning, middle, and end–though it is begun and finished. Usually I know what something I’m creating is “about.” Not so, this one. Yes, there are crystals, geology, refracted light, a molten abyss in cross-section, and an uproar of color, but meaning? Perhaps it will come in time?Perhaps you know?
Making it was tedious going after a spit-fire start to the composition of the elements. The colors were slow to be settled upon. Much time elapsed. Sometimes I opened my sketchbook, looked at it, and closed it without making a mark or a decision. It wasn’t a waiting fraught with frustration; it was more a practice of becoming comfortable with I-don’t-know…yet.
I’m happy I completed it. I am satisfied.
It could be a subject for ekphrastic poetry (or writing): poetry that describes or is based on a work of art. I’m open to that. More here https://www.thoughtco.com/ekphrastic-poetry-definition-examples-4174699
I welcome your comments on the drawing or this post.