I am growing fonder of in-person energy; that physical, three-dimensional, multi-sensory experience of another person. I find that I’m walking away from 1:1 encounters with more energy and enthusiasm for myself and my art practice. It doesn’t matter if I’ve been helped or if I’m the one who did the helping, it’s the same. I walk away ‘better’, more ‘full’. It’s the complete opposite feeling I have when I interact with someone online. So why would I do the latter?
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?
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?
What if, on the days we don’t feel like making art, we do anyway? In the same way that we show up to our day jobs when we don’t fee like it?
The problem with progress is that we’re likely to learn that we’re either not good enough or not ambitious enough. But maybe there’s no other way?
