Practice doesn’t make perfect; it makes better. Aiming for ‘perfect’ is a problem because every time we practice, we learn. Every time we learn, we improve. Perfect implies an end — a finish line. But when you’re playing an infinite game, the finish line keeps moving forward; your expectations are always a little bit ahead of your skills. It’s not until we realise that perfect is unavailable that we begin to see the real value of Practice.
Is my aversion to change about my wanting to be consistent? Or, am I actually being resistant and am I losing something because of that?
There is joy and satisfaction found in the manipulation of and creation in the physical world
What do reviews really tell us about the work? Does it matter who’s reviewing?
If I’m learning a new art form, do I focus on technical correctness first or building an emotional connection with the medium?
Physical art materials are messy and inconvenient. But isn’t that the point?
