I’ve been working on this next post for over one week, and my wife called it when she said I was putting too much pressure on myself. Let’s say I’ve gone from a three-page post to a two-paragraph post back to a page-and-a-half post, and now I’m just done with trying so hard.
I wanted this to be special, inspirational, and perfect. Now I’m realizing I just want this out there. One of the most significant hindrances for me in my life tends to be perfectionism: “If it’s not done perfectly, it’s not worth being done.”
For an artist seeking beauty, this lie brings darkness and saps all the energy out of creating. It’s as though I’ve trapped myself in the palace of my own fear, each door closed and dark, thinking that by doing so, I could somehow protect my heart. But I’ve come to recognize that keeping the doors closed to protect my heart is keeping the light out, and in its purest form, beauty can be described as bringing light.
I’ve been trying to leap the “perfection” hurdle my whole life. I don’t know the origin story of this trait, but I do know that I don’t want it to influence my world any longer.
So when Christina said, “It’s time to prop open the doors to this dusty shop,” this image began to come to light. We were talking about the primary purpose of this being a platform to explore beauty, the “Why” of beauty, the “Why” of creativity, and where and from whom all this comes.
So here's this initial piece of art and these few words. I’d love to know what comes to mind when you watch this process video.
