I've never liked this piece of mine. I didn't like it while I was making it, I didn't like it after I finished it, I don't like it now. But rather than tearing up the piece and throwing it in the trash alongside the rest of my failures, I decided to hang it up. Why hang up a piece I hate? To get over hating it. To force myself to understand that art is art, there is no definition of beauty, and there is no such thing as a mistake.
When I look at this piece, I get this weird feeling that I'm choking something dry and bland down my throat. Everything about this piece doesn't work. But I made it, it is part of me, and it is not a failure; rather it is merely another step toward my becoming the artist I want to be.
"Fail harder."
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