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.
Might the act of mark-making be a pathway to the subconscious where we get to meet a version of ourselves we’ve never met before?
Why are there so many people wanting to be published in children’s literature?
What benefits come from leaving room for another human or two to intepret and find meaning in the work we make?
Why do so many kids stop drawing at the age of about 10. And what if they didn’t?
Who decides what gets to embed and live continuously in our culture for hundreds of years? And if it does, does it mean it’s good?
