acrylic texture and paint, collage on w/c paper,11 X 12″
en-TEL-uh-kee, from the Greek, a vital agent/force directing growth and life
I’ve been collecting words lately, perhaps because so many seem to have fallen away through the widening holes in my memory stores. Word and name retrieval has slowed down at this point in my life, to the speed of a dial up modem. For that reason words have become more precious.
Like entelechy, which I’ve never actually heard in normal speech, but read somewhere. In the yogic tradition, which I am most familiar with, I believe the translation to Sanskrit would be something like Shakti or Prana, but I am no scholar. Entelechy – it sounds like intelligence or key to intelligence. Perhaps it is the key that will unlock my memory stores – gently I hope.
In the tradition of Aristotle entelechy meant the condition of a thing whose essence is fully realized (as opposed to a potentiality). This reminds me of my paints. In their bottles and jars they are in potential form, but as soon as I create an art piece, I have achieved entelechy and what is left is to discover the essence embodied in the form of the image.