And he is off…to return to the place he has been. Having a destination makes the entire route feel different, as if free-drawn lines turn into a game of connect the dots. In a sense the same picture arises from both paths, especially because the traveler is the artist that invests himself fully into the work. But what happens if the drawn line strays away from the structured dots? Is the picture wrong because it is not what it was intended to be? Or perhaps is the creation of something real, something outside of pre-conceived notions the result of an otherwise “mistake?” And when one does not connect the dots in the pre-designed order, can he continue, leaving one section missing? He surely wouldn’t arrive at the same picture. Or would he then be creating something new, like someone who tripped into the mud only to find a silver compass just lying there?
And in the beginning, if he set up the dots to orchestrate a certain image, it would only end successfully as viewed from that original standpoint. When the artist reveals his work, the viewers will see his underlying structure. Any rigidity in movement is clear as day. But the magic of it, in their eyes, will be those auspiciously indescribable drawings. The type of imagery previously inconceivable. The artist, in letting the fluid brush strokes speak for themselves, found beauty in possible mistakes. For the traveler that evokes this artist within himself will arrive back at te place he started, picturing the world in a way he originally never thought possible.