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.
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?
Most of us say we need more time but what if the opposite was true? What if less time helped us move forward?
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?
