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.
What might we be able to tell ourselves and listen for in order to provoke more positive energy and action in our art practice?
Where does the motivation for beginning mark making come from? Why would I even try in the first place?
How might we become less reliant on other people’s reaction to our work and the confidence to make more of it?
Why do I feel compelled to share my work with anyone at all? Isn’t it enough just to make it for me?
Some work, like some meals, stand out more than others. So what’s on the plate or canvas that goes beyond ingredients or paint?
