Perfectionism vs. Progress

Seasons of Creativity, Pt 3: Autumn

I can get caught up in trying to control every detail, to make things flawless, as if the smallest imperfection could ruin it all.

But in the pursuit of perfection, I lose sight of what the art is really about.

I don’t actually want pristine; I want alive.

Creating something that one can sink into—through atmosphere. The particular feeling of being somewhere—a location or emotional state. I’m always thinking about atmosphere, whether that’s when I’m making an artwork, writing a song, creating a video, or even putting together an outfit.

Asking, what feeling does this evoke?

To accept imperfection is to allow progress. I could insist on perfecting a single project for years and perhaps never finish, or steadily complete multiple imperfect projects, with each allowing me to practice the entire process of the craft, to learn and grow. It’s practice that makes perfect, right?

Regardless, “perfect” is somewhat boring, and maybe an illusion altogether.

Art is fluid and open to interpretation. It will always be imperfect in some way, to someone. But imperfection itself is beautiful—it adds character, depth and richness. It’s part of what we connect with.

Forcing my work into a perfect box is perhaps even the opposite of creativity. 

When I let go of trying to control every aspect of this process, when I embrace the messy, unexpected parts of creation, I can let my work breathe.

I can let it have a life of its own and see where it flows and goes. That’s where atmosphere emerges, where feeling lives.

That’s where the magic happens.