Each blank sheet of paper has infinite depth. Sure, the edges limit lateral extension but think about how far inward you can dive through a single sheet of paper. And while you're spelunking into the page, when do you determine that the rope you're drawing has reached its limit? At some point there's an end, right?
I'm in the process of finishing a drawing. I haven't puzzled through this in over a year. I mean, a long term, long puzzled drawing with lots of intricate content. I've pieced the images together and as I finalize their connections, composition, distribution of light and flow, an inevitable end looms indeterminably. Morning after morning, my imagination lowers deeper into the remaining crevices of white. I'm not done exploring, but the blankness fills and there's less to discover. Soon as there's no where else to climb, it's time to dive into a new sheet of paper. And that's how a drawing ends. Next time, draw a longer rope.
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