Not as in the curse inflicted by a creative being, but the one which we inflict upon ourselves. Pretty dramatic opening huh. Well, I haven’t written a post in a while and I kinda just wana get this post up since it’s what, a year and a month overdue. Yep. Imagine. A whole 13 months of procrastination. A whole 52 weeks of pure unadulterated “I’ll do it later”.
In the creative’s case however, it’s not simply a case of being unbothered by the work at hand it is in fact an obsession with it. In crafting it, fashioning it, teasing it out of the echelons of our imagination and bringing it into existence. The work in fact exists already, but in a completely different realm, that of our own consciousness. This is where the art “exists” in it’s most perfect of forms, i.e that which we have imagined it. Not yet subject to the concepts of practicality and logic of the world we live in. Bringing the idea into reality then, is in essence, a labour of sorts. The moment the concept has been actualised, it has been born into this world. The birthing may differ between creators, but there is a common consensus of pain and toil. The key, I have found is to enjoy the struggle, with the ultimate conviction that the newborn is indeed on the way.
So what is this curse we so dramatically talk of? Well in itself it is an immeasurable concept, subject to the mental parameters of the subject beholding the object. It’s a concept that has and does differ across generations, countries, and genders even. A concept that has changing goalposts, and therefore, shouldn’t really be taken too seriously, yet the pursuit of perfection is one of the strongest themes of our modern society. In the context of creating however, this takes on a different form since the the standard is not the result of a societal consensus, but a personal one. Thus making it harder to reject. This is where procrastination, doubt, and sometimes abandonment sets in. For many creatives, putting out a bad piece of work is worse than not putting out work at all. Our work is a deep and often heart-felt expression of us, our thoughts, our loved ones, our experiences, our dreams and wishes. For it to be consumed by the outside world and possibly rejected, misconstrued, is a difficult enough concept to contend with, without factoring in that we didn’t present it ‘correctly’ in the first place.
The plight of perfection however, is one that must be discarded if we are to grow as artists and creatives. If energy is constantly changing from one form to another, then we must embrace the ebb and flow of the creative energy that resides within us. Well, that’s what I am now telling myself, and what I want to share with my fellow creatives. This is not a call to haphazard work, nor a rejection of the sweat, blood, and tears that makes art, art, no. This is a call to trust in ourselves, our process, our ability to make it past the finish line, Because in doing so we are able to share our art, and the journey of creating it, with the world. And after all, isn’t that what it’s all about? Our perceived notions of perfection should only inspire us to go to greater lengths, not cripple us to the point of inaction. So, this is me, unbinding myself from this self-inflicted spell and sharing the feature that is now, exactly one year and one month old.