The flaws of perfection
You don’t wait until you are perfect to show the world what you can do. You start as flawed, as raw as you are. Art is never about perfection but about trials and errors.
The painter who keeps mixing the wrong colours, drawing potato heads when all you want to do is create a thing of beauty. Maybe it’s your abstract art that will change the world. Still, he must taint his canvas.
Or the photographer who can’t quite capture the moment that could tell a story, his are bland images that evoke no emotions to the critique. There is nothing there that could warrant a second look. Still, he must click his camera.
Or the actor who wants to hit it big, graduate from the sidelines of being an extra in an indie film. But he’s been told too many times that he’s got to practice more in front of the mirror, hit the gym more because you see the audience these days like taut limbs and six packs. Still, he must act.
Or the model who wants to be the face of something, a car, a lip gloss, perfume, cereal. But she’s been told she’s gotta shed more weight, eat less, tuck in her stomach. Coz you see industry standards prefer a size zero. Still, she must dream.
Or the ballerina who falls too often, she never quite gets the port de bras. She’s not graceful enough. She doesn’t quite wow the crowds. Still, she must do an awkward pirouette in front of the mirror.
Or the writer who piles crumpled papers into the dustbin for an idea he can’t quite grasp. His work has been rejected too many times, he’s lost count. Still, he must write.
Because perfect poisons art, makes it too uptight, boring. Who are we if we are not flawed?