We often talk about having the luxury of more time. With more time, we could do more things, we tell ourselves. But without time constraints, it becomes more difficult to prioritise; to know when enough is enough. Sometimes, having no time is exactly what we need to help us make progress, to finish something, to move on to what comes next.
If an artist finds themselves with too many ideas, is there a deceptively simple way to decide which idea we should work on next?
If we can more easily see the paths we shouldn’t follow, does that make finding the correct one easier?
No matter which way you dice the onion, there’s no escaping the need for money to live. So how might art factor into that?
If more choice for a consumer is better, then why do chef’s banquets and ‘just feed me’ options exist in restaurants?
Can the selfish act of making art become an act of generosity? What happens to others who come across the work we make for ourselves?
