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RE: My #maysketchaday Sketches [Part 2]
Dear JXxX-x (I love anynomity)
I have thought about what to write (yes, I use far to much time on comments, but this one I wanted to get right, so I didn't write yesterday). Then Youtube slowly through Johnny Otis, Nat King Cole and Esperanza Spalding took me to this:
Listen to the long introduction. It says all about inhibitions, perfectionism et all. I think that the most important thing to have in mind is that we can only give ourselves and we can never know what it means. Bob Dylan makes these mediocre paintings, he can't sing, but somehow he simply did himself in front of everybody. That's it. Our admiration for the masters will keep us on our toes, but it isn't meant to keep us on the ground.
I like the linework drawings most, especially Elephant man.
EDIT: P.S. Now I wrote a whole complicated post about this.
Dear Mr. McCoy,
thanks a lot for your encouragement.
Me too :-) IMHO the comment section is the heart of the platform and it makes me happy, that (besides all this Commentphant approved nonsense) there's some real meaningful interaction here.
It's probably a lot easier to broadcast your own ideas in a post, than actually listen to the thoughts of someone else, think about them and write a meaningful reply.
And wow, what a reply you wrote.
Boom! That went straight into my heart, I will have to transform it into some kind of mantra for me.
I was (like a lot of Christians) raised with the "original sin"-mantra, that kept telling me, I'm imperfect and I will always be (until a higher authority would eventually have mercy and forgave my sins).
Under this influence I should have learned to accept my desperate aspiration for perfection. But I didn't.
I often ask myself, if I will ever be "good enough" to be satisfied with what I do and it's not because I admire the work of the masters so much. I guess, it's because I need these doubts as an incentive to grow and to proove all those manipulative brainwasher's of my youth wrong.
Because imperfection is the new perfection!
I fell a tag coming on :)
Glad you liked it, I did find it uncomfortably well articulated, when my real feelings about the subject is so hazy and confused. I suppose I will have to work on this question myself until I die... unless God shows himself to me. (That would be a game changer).
But everything that makes me move ahead in a way that also makes me create is accepted as a good working thesis.
:)