There is always something slightly strange about letting a piece of creative work leave your hands.

While we are making something, it belongs very closely to us. We live with the decisions, the uncertainty, the changes of direction, the small discoveries that happen along the way. We know the places where the work nearly became something else.

Then, at some point, it can move beyond us.

Recently, one of my paintings, Where Fragments Remember Each Other, sold through the Incognito Art Show, a fundraising exhibition supporting artists with disability.

The exhibition has a particularly interesting format. Every artwork is priced at $100, and the artist remains anonymous until the work is purchased. Only after someone chooses a piece do they discover who created it.

I found myself thinking less about the sale itself and more about what happens in that moment when something we have made becomes meaningful to someone we may never meet.

The painting had already become its own thing.

Where Fragments Remember Each Other

It no longer needed my explanation.

Perhaps that is one of the quieter lessons of making. We can shape, revise, question and respond while the work is still ours. But eventually, if we let it go, other people will bring their own stories, memories and associations to it.

And that is something we cannot control.

There is freedom in that too.

The title Where Fragments Remember Each Other came from my own sense of pieces finding relationship: colour, shape, memory, interruption, and connection. But whoever now lives with the painting may see something entirely different.

I like that.

It reminds me that creative work does not have to carry only the meaning we gave it while making it. It can keep changing through the eyes of someone else.

Perhaps that is one of the most interesting parts of creating: at some point, the work begins a life that is no longer entirely ours.

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