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 constraints do I need to have in place so that I can do my best creative work and produce images I’m proud of?
Why is it more difficult to make creative work when I’ve rested all day? Shouldn’t the energy I’ve saved through rest be fuel to maximise creative output?
If something feeds the soul and something else drains it, why is it so difficult to prioiritise the thing that’s good for us?
How do we know when something is done and what’s the value of calling something done even if we’re not happy with how it turned out?
A line can be one of two things: confident or competent. Can it ever be both?
