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.
Can a piece of paper create more connection than a wifi-enabled digital device when it comes to art?
Loss is difficult; we often like what we had more than what we may have. But how do we know unless we make space for the new in our lives?
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?
