The Drawing I Finished at My Limit

I sometimes look back at my own older work.

Whenever I do, the same thought arrives. That expression belonged to that moment and to no other.

The placement of the lines, the traces of hesitation still visible on the paper. If I were working on it today, I would smooth all of that away. But back then I had no choice except to stop where I stopped. I cannot reach any further. This is the limit of what I can do right now. That is what I believed as I put the drawing down.

It is a strange thing to look at. In that one piece, I can see where my current work came from. Those hours of trial and error are the reason I can draw the way I draw today. Without that drawing, the one on my desk now would not exist.

And at the moment I thought that, something caught.

I am looking at that drawing as a stage on the way to here.

But the person who made it had no such intention. I was not making a piece for the sake of some later piece. That drawing, at that time, was everything I had.

There are certainly moments while I am working when I think, next time I will try it this way.

That is not the same as giving up on the piece in front of me. It is a discovery that surfaces precisely because I am fully engaged, an idea that grows out of the work rather than away from it. Thinking about the next drawing while holding back on this one would be something else entirely.

So that drawing was never a step along the way.

It became one years later, at the moment I looked back at it.

Once I noticed that, I sat with it for a while.

When we think about the future, we tend to treat the present as provisional.

Once things settle down. Once work becomes stable. Once I have built more skill. Once I arrive where I have been trying to get.

At that point, we imagine, there will be more freedom, and it will finally be possible to live as ourselves. I catch myself thinking this way. I want to make larger works. I want to take my expression deeper. There are things I have not attempted yet.

Aiming forward is not a problem in itself. Wanting to be better than yesterday is often what keeps a person going, and dissatisfaction with the present is what makes change possible at all.

The difficulty is what happens when the future occupies the whole field of vision. The present quietly becomes the corridor leading to it.

This is not enough yet. This is not really where I want to be. This is only preparation for the real thing.

Live inside that thought long enough and daily life turns into a waiting room for something that has not started.

Meanwhile the waiting passes just the same.

A year from now my circumstances may be different, but today will not be returned to me.

That was exactly what the older drawing showed me.

From here, the hours I spent on it look like a passage to somewhere else. To the person inside those hours, they were not a passage. The parts that failed, the decisions I reversed midway, the lines I erased and set down again. None of that could have come from any other time.

Had I been thinking of it as practice for later, the drawing would not have turned out the way it did.

I worked at my limit, so the limit is visible in it.

And that is why, now, it looks like the beginning of something.

The order matters. It became part of a path because it was made in earnest. Anything made as a stepping stone never becomes even that.

Which means the same applies to right now.

Some years from now I will probably look back at today and think, that period is the reason I can do this. I am currently living on the other side of that sentence.

Treating this time as preparation, in advance, while I am still in it. The old drawing made clear how much that would waste.

None of this means staying put. If the place I am in does not suit me, moving is the right response. If the present is not enough, working toward something better is worth doing.

Valuing the present does not require being satisfied with it. It does not mean enduring a situation that is wrong for me.

It means counting the hours spent trying to change my circumstances as my life, rather than as the wait before it.

For a long time I thought in terms of once I get there and once I reach that point.

But even if I arrive, another goal will be waiting when I do. Nobody reaches one destination and finds their life complete. Something new comes into view, and the looking forward starts again.

If real life begins when the ideal conditions arrive, then real life never begins.

Lately I try not to separate aiming ahead from living now.

Think about what is coming, and do what today allows. Work toward changing my circumstances, and also face what is possible in the place I currently stand. Know that I am somewhere in the middle, without erasing the middle.

Most of a life happens on the way toward things rather than at the moment of arriving. The stretch before a result appears is usually far longer than the result itself.

I would rather not spend that long stretch calling it preparation.

What strikes me most about the older drawing is that the person making it did not know he was partway through anything.

And I think that was right.

Partway is a name given afterward. From inside, it is not yet visible.

There is no reason to hand that name to myself while I am still here.

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