I am grateful for art and all of the different people who dedicate their lives to making it. I often wonder to myself, what if every single person made art? What if creating things was woven into the fabric of everyone’s daily life?
The fact is, creating is often challenging. Transcribing what exists in my mind to my paper can seem almost impossible sometimes. Yet, the only way to get to the magical creations is by making many, many things that aren’t magical. There is an art to staying dedicated to the process of failing.
The best art looks deceptively simple, as if there is a key to a portal and the artist simply unlocks it and brilliant ideas come flowing out. The reality is, is that the key only becomes available after years of waking up with the single minded pursuit of looking for that key.