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How Konmari and the Japanese Art of Tidying Up made me a better artist

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It wasn't just clutter, it was an overwhelming sense of burden

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It was summer 2016 when my dear friend Susan introduced me to the Japanese Art of Tidying Up, through a book called 'Spark Joy' by Marie Kondo. Back then I thought it was all about folding stuff neatly- which was great because I’d loved my old job at The White Company, meticulously folding stuff all day, and I was ready to listen to anyone who was able to reign in the smothering clutter that seemed to dominate my day. 

My studio that October morning.

My studio that October morning.

I finally snapped one dark October morning when I came downstairs to my studio, ready to work, only to find it completely obliterated with other people’s mess.

I had had enough.

The stuff. The junk. The piles upon piles. The strain of rushing around to tidy up before guests arrived. Losing things. That sense of guilt that followed me because there was 'so much to do'. The guilt from holding onto things others had given me or because they were too expensive... even though I didn't appreciate them. The bitterness that came from other people wrecking my space and not tidying up after themselves: Why should I have to spend an hour of my day just finding the room to work? 

I wanted it all to change.

So I sat down and began reading 'Spark Joy- by Marie Kondo- the lady who brought the world Konmari- the Japanese art of tidying up.

So what exactly is Konmari?

At it's very basic level it is a way of organising. But it’s not minimalism and it’s not micro managing and it’s not just decluttering. Everyone's results will be different. Some people keep a lot of things. Some people don't. It's a bit like Spring Cleaning but you maintain it forever after one big festival of tidying up. That festival is called 'Konmari' and I would describe Konmari as an intuitive, personal way of living your life where you only keep things around you that Spark Joy. 

Stay with me. 

So for instance. Your jeans. One pair of jeans hugs your bum and makes you feel good and reminds you of that coffee shop in town where you feel welcome and calm. It's soft around the hems from pottering about at home and they never let you down- they always look good, feel good and can be dressed up or down. That’s a pair of jeans that Spark Joy. 

However, another pair of jeans you have live forever at the back of the drawer. They're not bad jeans, it's just that they're a tiny bit uncomfortable, the legs are a little too long so they get wet and dirty quickly, and you remember wearing them to that party where you had a fight with your other half, but they were SO expensive and you just can’t bare to throw them away, even though whenever you wear them you feel a bit exhausted, a bit drained, a bit miserable- those jeans DON'T Spark Joy. 

With a skip, eBay, and a few weeks of dedicated decluttering this magical little book gave me permission to say goodbye to all those things that didn’t Spark Joy.

Sounds wishy washy right? Don't be fooled. This is powerful stuff.

How do you Konmari?

The process of Konmari is performed by sorting through your entire home in stages. Once you have sorted through those items in that stage you can clean the area and return everything to it's new place.

The stages are set out in a specific order so you can practice letting go of things that are easier first, such as clothes, before tackling more sentimental items like photographs and memento's. This is where many people fall down. They'll tackle something they're not ready to say good bye to, get scared and then give up. The purpose of the book is to keep you focused and moving through it all slowly and at a pace that benefits you, rather then frightens you. I hear way too often people terrified at the prospect of throwing away their kids teddy bears. Seriously- you don't get to that part until you're ready. You let go of things because you want to, and you DO want to, as i'll explain in a moment.

This isn't supposed to hurt. It's supposed to heal.

The first stage is clothing. As with each category you gather every item you possess within that category, dump it all on the floor, and then literally hold each thing feeling whether it sparks joy or not.

You can't just look. You have to hold things. You'll be amazed at the memories and feelings that come from holding things. 

To help me process things quicker I put aside some items that easily brought me feelings of joy or the opposite and used them to compare other clothing to them. Did that shirt make me feel less or more joy? Did that dress make me feel better or worse then that dress?

If I came across anything I was indifferent to it went into the NO JOY pile. Even things I knew I could use. Or had multiples of. Or were unworn. Or could be fixed. I had to ask myself honestly- did I need them. Would I fix them? Could I just replace them if I found out in future I did need them? Did I already have something else like that which would be suitable instead? Occasionally I would find something I needed to keep for practical reasons- like horse riding kit, or a fleece- even though they in themselves didn't spark a huge amount of Joy for me, the act of USING them brought me joy. Staying safe. Staying warm. Performing a task. All good reasons to keep clothing or at least keep it, until a suitable Joy Sparking replacement had been found.

I ended up with a huge pile of clothes that didn't spark joy. A little pile of clothes that did. And a list of about 20 items that I wanted to replace or find options for that DID spark joy.

Looking at those piles of clothes, I became aware of a distinct energy difference between them.

One pile of clothes reminded me of fun times, feeling fabulous, looking fabulous, cuddles, laughter, all my best memories... In contrast the other pile hummed with this dark mood so powerful I began to cry. My husband thought I had gone mad. I could see and feel arguments, accidents, pain, illness. I felt ugly or sore just looking at those clothes. I could recall moments of depression. I remembered the blisters, the itching, the hassle. Everything in that pile had hurt me some how. The idea of ever wearing anything in that pile again repulsed me.

At that point I understood the power of Konmari

As much as I expected it to just be about folding socks nicely, when you can absolutely FEEL the effect of your possessions on your mood you suddenly discover an intense motivation to get rid of everything and anything that could be possibly affecting your happiness. When you can see how something as innocuous as a pile of clothes triggering subconscious memories and feelings which you don't want or need, suddenly putting those clothes in a black bin bag and sending them off to the charity shop feels like an excellent idea. When you arrange your shoes and clothes in a way that makes you smile and feels like an honour to put on, that's worth the extra time folding and displaying them every day. I even put up little show girl lights in the back of my wardrobe for extra glamour.

Joy was sparking everywhere and it definitely still felt like Me- no hint of minimalist sterility or coldness. Everything felt neat, cared for and organised too. I LIKED being around these things.

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Over the following weeks I went through each of the categories and faithfully Konmari-ed my world.

Living with others made it harder- something that sparked joy for them would annoy the hell out of me and vice versa (there was one particular tub of tigers balm Mr W would NOT throw away). Yet when it came to my art studio I had full, delicious control, and this was where I learnt the other magical effect that Konmari has on your life.

Konmari clears mental clutter

You don't just clear away material possessions when you Konmari. You can clear away OTHER behaviours, relationships and situations that don't Spark Joy too. Many find post Konmari their lives and health improving when they finally start letting go of anything toxic that holds them back; junk food, too much wine, smoking, their bitchy friend Hannah... and the more they SEEK joy, revelling in life’s little pleasures, new and wonderful opportunities find their way to them.

For me, when I decluttered my art studio, and was finally able to let go of a lot of ideas, guilt, failure and art materials.

As you may or may not know, I move about a bit because of our property business, and as a result my art studio had to be downsized from a 20ft long out-building with three tables, sewing area, en suite toilet, massive drafting table, gallery and a whole library of books and art materials to squeeze into one half of our new homes living room (Until we move again onto our next project). It meant I'd already shifted a lot of my things, but the space itself was still cluttered and heavy. Every time I sat down I felt stifled. Overwhelmed. Uncomfortable. Haunted, even. Especially by all the half finished projects, materials I'd bought but never got round to using, failed artwork and collections of generally weird things like fabric scraps and old keys, which I rarely used but felt bad throwing away because... One Day, I Might Need Them.

If there's one thing I see time and time again is that artists and crafts people hoard. And I had hoarded way too much. Both materialistically and mentally.

Where to start?

I started with the Books, mainly as that was the next category to tackle after Clothes and then all the household paperwork which was also conveniently stored in my studio. This didn't take too long and was fairly straight forward.

The main issue was getting rid of all the books and waiting for people to collect whatever I'd sold or taking it to the post office. It was tempting to sneak books back onto the shelves or feel stressed about the mess (and it was a COMPLETE pig sty). The whole house looked like it had been robbed for a few weeks but I managed to stay focused. Hiding things I had sorted away in bags/boxes immediately helped me resist taking them back, and getting them out of the house as soon as possible meant I forgot about them quickly when they did go.

There isn't a thing I've got rid of that I can recall anymore. My only regret was holding onto these things for so long.

I buy a LOT of non-fiction and had accumulated a huge number of books which I never got round to reading properly or even attempting the projects inside. Unaware this had been getting me down, I had one book full of craft projects for example, that I had privately promised to myself to complete every craft in it (high expectations or what?!) and every time I looked at or touched that book I felt sick. Sick with guilt. Embarrassed by my failure to even start. Every time I handled that book I immediately wanted to run away. Other books were nice, good books, but just redundant. Books that I believed I 'really should keep' in case one day I might give beading a go, or might want to crochet a flower again, but never did... and they just sat there taking up room and reminding me of all the things I never got round to doing and probably never would.

Not with all the time in the world.

Sitting with the books and only keeping the ones that sparked joy was a revelation

By identifying what sparked joy and what didn't my creative style and my dreams started to call out to me.

I'd had fun with the knitting books and the design books, but their time was over now: My heart was calling out to watercolour, costume and artist anatomy. I could see that now. By sorting through, I could let go of the guilt and say thank you to those ideas that had come to me, but I had not acted on, and release them into the ether, much like Elizabeth Gilbert discusses in Big Magic. 

I could suddenly define myself so much easier as an artist. I knew I wasn't an landscape artist and I didn't want to waste energy on that anymore. I could see the gaps in my knowledge on the things I was interested in because with empty shelves I could start filling them with the books I wanted to learn from rather then stagnating the whole space with books on fabric dying and recycled plastic art, which I had no interest in.

I quit pressurising myself to learn and do everything and just focus on what interested me. I gave myself permission to Be Me.

The Final Hurdle

Once the books had been tackled and I was feeling more confident and inspired I could begin tackling Komono (or general clutter) which was the 4th category.

This is a HUGE category in itself and in Spark Joy is broken down into smaller areas like CD's, makeup, kitchen utensils, gardening tools etc. For me, Art & Craft materials had to be made into its own little category since it had such a large impact on my environment and life. 

Once I had practised sorting Komono by organising my makeup and kitchen I began going through my precious art materials, thing's I thought I couldn't possibly give up, and finding what really sparked joy. I had to approach this as an experiment. I decided to go easy on myself and to just sort things to see what sparked joy. I didn't have to commit to getting rid of anything, I just needed to pile things. And then I could put it all back afterwards if I wanted to.

I can only describe the process as violent.

I aggressively, instinctively knew what I wanted to keep and what I didn't. All the frustration and disappointment and stagnation poured out of me. Art materials were thrown, tossed and donated the very same day. I couldn't get things away from me fast enough.

All those things I felt I should keep because a teacher said that's what you're supposed to use, or the things I kept because I was given them by other creatives I admire, or the things I'd bought and just didn't work or didn't like... More and more stuff was dragged out until I had piles and piles of things I desperately wanted to let go of. And so many questions. Why do I hate my oil paints so much? Why do I want to keep some of the fabric and not all of it? Why am I letting go of these? Is it a sign I want to move on from colour pencil work? Or am I just comfortable with my style now?

I kept a notebook by my side and wrote this all down. Things were changing massively. I was gaining a huge amount of personal insight.

I realised I didn't hate oil paints, I hated the other chemicals involved and I just wanted different colours. So I made a note to try water mixable oils.

I realised fabrics inspired me massively, much more then sewing, so I kept a special selection of my favourite fabrics purely for the purpose of inspiring me and sparking joy. Months later I realised I could use this fabrics to create Burlesque outfits and it reconnected me with my passion for costume.

Finally, once I had sorted through everything, I was left with furniture- some too rotten and damaged to salvage so it was broken down and skipped. The rest was sold or given away. I was left with a fairly barren studio. I had reduced it's content by 2/3s. I no longer had a desk or chair because they just weren't comfortable and I wanted them out of the space to invite, maybe tempt (with the help of the universe) replacements, to fill those spaces. 

It took a year to finally find all the furniture I wanted that sparked the right amount of joy.

Now every where I look in my studio I feel comfortable, supported, inspired and like it reflects ME and my ambitions. I've hung work on the wall that reminds me of where I've come from and what I want to achieve next. I have little elements of humour, like my crazy hairy chicken, which sparks joy for me, but would have been thrown away if I'd done any minimalism or standard decluttering program because there's no purpose to him other then the pleasure he brings me. I can sit there and make a mess and not feel overwhelmed because everything has it's own place to return to. And it's not crammed in. Things fit. Thing's aren't damaged. Everything works.

Most importantly, the space is used and respected. Not just by me but the whole family now. This is a creative space.

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As time in my studio progressed I was able to let go of old work- we had a bonfire and I destroyed ugly pieces that I had no value for, or couldn't be bother in salvaging or repurposing. Work too amateur to give away but just sat around in piles staring at me. Work I kept because other people had said I should keep all my work even though I hated it. Once it was gone I felt free. I felt no guilt in lighting the flame and thanking that artwork for what it taught me. After, I was able to gather up my favourite pieces and examine my progress and growth as an artist, and I felt good about myself. This was invaluable.

A year on I will occasionally have a 'top up' Konmari- I will find I'm stagnating again somewhere in my life, as we all do, as I always will, but instead of just living with it I've learnt now to root around for what's holding me back and make sure everything in my life is sparking joy. For instance, you maybe have noticed my online life undergoing a massive overhaul and this is entirely due to the influence of Konmari and what sparks the most joy. I'm deleting certain social media accounts, managing them differently, having breaks, exploring different ways of sharing my work online. It's all to find what sparks joy.

So what do I take away from Spark Joy?

It started with wanting to have a tidier house, a place I could easily sort out, clean and return to my work in each day as a self employed creative, but it actually grew into something far deeper and more powerful.

It's a way of life, an attitude.

I look at my relationships and places I eat and the music I listen to and ask myself 'does this spark joy for me?'

No... I don't always fold my socks, but I take greater care in shopping, we spend far less and make better choices. At Christmas and Birthdays it's no longer about buying a gift, it's about buying the right gift, or no gift at all- sometimes people would prefer a meal out or just a bubble bath and an early night.

The most important thing I learnt from Konmari though was finding out about my own needs and giving myself the permission to let go of things. It was scary at times. People said I was crazy. People were worried I was letting go of too much too fast and I would regret it. Honestly, I can understand, but like I explained... I don't recall a single thing I got rid of. Everything was let go of consciously and with care. I gained so much.

Life is still messy but at least it's a happy mess.

Life Update: Baby 3 due very soon

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Baby Williams is due in a few weeks so...

As my Christmas Day due date rapidly approaches I thought it best I say hello/goodbye from the blog because I frankly haven’t a clue how this whole pregnancy is going to pan out and knowing me this baby may make an appearance sooner rather then later.

No. I’m not in labour right now but yes, I feel heavy, I feel hormonal, I know I'm very close, and if this little guy is going to follow his sisters I wouldn't be surprised if he arrives a bit early, like late November, early December early. That's 4 weeks away. If I get to my due date I'll be amazed... let's just put it that way. So I’ve decided to just bite the bullet and put my art and blog in stand-by mode for the time being and officially take a goddamn break.

I know I could push myself and 'do it all' but from what I’ve found... that hurts me and then it hurts my family. Despite how bored I can get, despite how frustrating it can be, and the guilt and the fear of letting things go for a little while- I just can't afford to push myself right now. It wears me out and it stresses me out. Both those things make labour and recovery harder for me. And any parents amongst you know, the hardest part- bringing the baby home, is yet to come.

So I’m going to put my energy into growing this person for a few more weeks and that’s that from me. No art. No posts. No emails. The only contribution to this world I'm making right now is this baby, and I'm going to meet him in the right frame of mine- focused, relaxed and positive. Not some stressed out, over-exhausted wreck (like I know I can get).

If the situation arises where I DO feel like I’ve got the energy to post or make something, I will. I’m not banning myself. This is not 'goodbye' until March or whatever, this is goodbye until I can be bothered. So you might see some posts or sketches from me. You probably won't.

I'm definitely not one of these super mums. I’m tired, sore, and my mind is mainly focused on eating, sleeping and sitting. That's as glamorous as it gets for me, despite the amazing photoshoot we had with Gemma of Enchanted Photography who would have you all thinking otherwise!

But yeah, I shouldn't have to explain how busy these final weeks are when you're preparing for a baby, all the checkups and appointments, not to mention on top of that being a mum to two other school aged children with all their clubs and extra curricular activities. I've got to focus on several birthdays, anniversary's and of course Christmas too, which seems to smother this time of year. I'm super busy as a default anyway.

Art, work and blogging would just be a step too far right now. I'd be forcing myself to do it, rather then doing it for the love of it.

I can hear the creativity coaches amongst you gasping in horror. Yes, I know. In a perfect world I would be able to carry on as normal with art as a fundamental part of my daily life and soul, despite how I feel, despite how tired/sore/busy I am, despite only having 4 hours broken sleep, because I would use art as a wonderful way to document this time and keep myself mentally sound and positive... but... I watched my husband put up a fence today and that alone exhausted me- there's no way in hell I would even attempt to sharpen a pencil and draw. Why would I? What pleasure would I get from making myself uncomfortable and frustrated? 

I did The Artist's Way with a newborn a few years ago. I pushed myself hard, thinking to be a true artist, if I really, truly loved art and writing, it would be easy. It would come naturally. But it didn't. It was HARD. I'll blog about that another day, but it was a huge ask of me at that time. Yes, I did it, but I don't intend to repeat it. I don't intend to do anything close to that ever again! I concluded that I'm an artist because I consistently come back to art making, not because I do it consistently, and sorry, but I'm just not prepared to torture myself over it. 

So, in my opinion, there comes a time when even the most creative people should STOP and put their tools down if they want to. They are waiting for me once the baby is born. They are waiting for me next year. They are waiting for me on the other side of this momentous, incredibly taxing and important time of my life. This isn't about avoiding art block, or fear of not making good enough work, or procrastinating because I feel inadequate. This is simply 'I've got other priorities right now', like pasta, and I am 100% okay with that.

I love art. I love blogging. I've been doing this for decades now- both before and after having children. I will be back.

But only when it's a pleasure and not a chore.

Doing The Work: Why Quantity over Quality wins for me

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If an Artist feels obliged to make only the RIGHT art, rather then ANY ART AT ALL, doesn't that set us up very firmly for art block?

'I want to make something' my soul announces.

‘But it must be beautiful’ my ego whispers.

For me quality control triggers that constant creative companion, perfectionism and it’s weapon of choice procrastination.

With the very best of intentions I find myself wanting to draw/write/make so many things, but then baulking at the result. It's very hard, if not impossible, to make only wonderful things repeatedly and in the world of social media where polished perfection is Queen it feels difficult, if not professionally sabotaging, to share the mistakes and ugly bits and all the failings.

And there are a LOT aren't there?

For a start, this blog post contains over 1500 words which is WAY higher then the recommended word count of 600 for a 'perfect' blog post, so my fingers are hovering above the delete button... but I refuse to submit, because this post is important. If we were to examine my artwork I would say about 50% of the work I make is utterly appalling, but I'm actually completely fine with that. It doesn't bother me at all, for various reasons. For one, I know that getting something wrong is the only way I can figure out how to get it right- it's just another thing I've ticked off my list of experiments and I take away what I can learn from it onto the next piece of work.

Being able to say 'This looks awful', and not be devastated by that, is actually one of the most potent tools I have.

It's allowed me to destroy work, start again and have genuine belief in myself because if I KNOW I can do better, there's no harm in admitting it. It works in reverse too. If I like something I've done, nobody else can convince me otherwise. No one.

But yes, if I baked a cake and put in salt rather then sugar I'd most definitely chuck it in the bin and try again.

My point is, finding out that cake is vile in private is a very different emotional experience to serving that cake to your kids head teacher, at the school fair, in front of the press and watching everyone's face drop as they get a mouthful of salty raw cake mix. Nobody wants their bad bits to be seen publicly right? We don't want to show the worst of ourselves, even if the lessons we learn from them are the best, the most compelling, the most human. And maybe most interesting. Because it's just too uncomfortable. Too scary. Especially if everyone else carries on showing their finest bits.

Regardless, as a follower myself, I want to see the real bits, not just the finest bits. I want to break through the porcelain facade and hear about the processes behind the polished portfolio. I want to see the creatives I admire laugh, cry, think aloud, joke and share their unique little secrets and collections and stories. Why? Because it's damn more interesting then perfection. And not the 'I woke up like this' fake authenticity I keep seeing. You know what I mean. Those creatives sharing 'spontaneous' photos of themselves working in their art studio that wouldn't look out of place in an edition of Vogue. Or the utterly perfect sketchbooks that could literally be immediately printed as fully edited art books. All strewn with flowers and cups of herbal tea. 

Who seriously, truly. works like that every day?

I don't! I like to take photos like that and pretend my creative existence is beautifully lit and not strewn with pencil shavings and my children's toys, but it's as real as my red lips. And I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Beautiful photos and glamour bring me a lot of joy in the form of escapism... It's mythic. Inspiring and beautiful and it encourages me to reach for the stars and to improve myself and my life, YES, but it's not authentic. It can quickly become sterile, robotic and fake too. I feel it myself when I make something to try and appeal to a certain audience or holiday. I get that dark tension in my guts when I'm advised to make more artwork of a certain style because it 'sells well' or it's 'That time of year'. What if I don't want to? What then?

So I really think we need a balance. I need a balance. Maybe freedom is a better word. Yes, I need freedom to not be perfect and to do what I feel like.

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So I've been thinking.

For many months now I've felt reluctant to share the rougher bits, to just say what I want to say, to quit fussing over the detail. I've admitted that and I'm coming round to a new plan, one which supports the idea that Quantity over Quality might be a better creative lifestyle for me. Maybe not for you, but for ME.

It's not a novel idea. Julia Cameron's mantra is 'Take care of the Quantity and the Quality will take care of itself' one which has been supported by many other significant and successful creatives across the globe such as Elizabeth Gilbert and Austin Kleon. Which makes perfect sense... the more we do something, the more we improve. The more we make, the better we become at making it. Quality is naturally born, not forced. If I stop trying to make art for other peoples entertainment and concentrate on just making more art in general something HAS to give way and settle me into a happier, healthier pattern of work.

Rather than sabotage me, it could launch me into true creative joy.

But in today's online community that idea is incredibly controversial. Where you're encouraged to strictly 'curate' your instagram feed to ensure it looks its best and the artwork you make is carefully managed to target very select audiences to achieve maximum click through rates (this is all exhausting by the way and takes hours up every day) by turning my back on all that and just having fun again, like it was a few years ago: I'm basically committing online artist suicide.

Yet despite all that, I remain curious. To focus ONLY on making more work, rather then SEO or page views or followers or sales... something about that makes perfect, alluring sense to me, despite how terrifying it sounds.

Do you know how a blogging expert responded when I said I was going to focus on quantity over quality? They were horrified. They strongly advised I didn't. They warned people would become bored and put off by me sharing anything that wasn't polished and I'd lose followers. But I just couldn't help but think SO WHAT?

It's not as if I have 2 million paying subscribers expecting that level of stuff from me anyway. I don't have a team of 15 helping me put all this together. Nor do I even really want to.

I want to make Art. Period. 

I'm a casual creative blogger yelling into the void of cyber space like everyone else. The only person who this really matters to is me! What difference will it make if I throw out the rule book, ignore any kind of online strategy and just make and share everything and anything I feel like again?

I'll tell you what happens... I MAKE STUFF.

I don't second guess everything I create or go through that process of deciding whether or not it's worthy of being witnessed. I pick up my camera. I take creative risks. I have fun. I feel heard again. I connect with people more and have interesting conversations that go beyond 'great pic'. I feel part of something.

I don’t want 3 perfect blog posts strategically arranged as a meticulous sales funnel to get the maximum number of people to sign up to my course so I earn a few hundred quid that doesn't even cover my website costs to run the course in the first place. I actually think I'd prefer 300 perfectly adequate blog posts that share my ideas and inspirations and twee little achievements because it makes me HAPPY and blogging has been a fun part of my life since 2003! I think I need 500 drawings that I've absolutely loved working on into the early hours of the morning and that I truly think are beautiful, not 20 perfect pieces for a perfect portfolio that I reluctantly made to impress a bunch of galleries and clients I don't even really want to work with.

I want QUANTITY over QUALITY because nobody got anywhere with perfectionism. Writers don’t write by editing. Artists don’t make art by erasing everything out.

Creatives create by creating.

Write write write. Draw draw draw. Paint paint paint.

I want to become that artist who just let's the critics decide if it’s any good, not me, and while they decide make even more art. To keep chucking it out, just throwing it out there. To just collect it, and pile it up, and use it as a barricade against other peoples opinions & feedback or silence. Drown out the sound of my audience with yet more music. Immerse myself in the belief that making anything at all is a miracle... whether it's a masterpiece or not is irrelevant. Constantly busy myself with learning and experimenting and exploring and making and consuming and giving and using and creating. Moving forward constantly. Not looking at where I’ve gone, just making more and more. Then when I’ve truly emptied my soul of art for that year, look back, and observe how far I’ve come. How I’ve evolved and achieved so much more then when I just sat there worrying about quality first.

No one got good making the RIGHT kind of art.

Artists get good by making a lot of art- good, bad, ugly, stupid, crazy, interesting, boring, funny, sexy, offensive, angry, emotional, simple, dark, broken, confused, sweet, naff, awkward, incredible art.