Oscar Wilde said
‘Some things are too important to be taken seriously.’
I take this into consideration for both writing and painting. Both are important to me, and both are too important for me to take seriously.
I have found that the minute I do take them seriously, a sort of leak develops.
One in which the excitement of creating—an energy all unto itself—begins to fade away, drip by sneaky drip.
The grip of seriousness squeezes out the very life of what held the promise of joy.
And then I remember…
Perfection may impress, but if I choose to not take this creative thing too seriously… if I get out of my own way…
I get a shot at making something that touches the soul.
And that’s what matters.
Maya Angelou said that people will forget what you said and they will forget what you did but they will never forget how you made them feel.
I think about this when I write and when I paint.
We get a chance to make ourselves—and if we’re lucky—another soul or two feel something. What a sacred job that is. We don’t arrive there by being perfect.
When the work has five mistakes, it is not yet completed. When it has eight mistakes, it might be.
~ Rick Rubin
A word about the painting shown:
A Rose in Paris is a painting I did while in Paris several years ago. It seemed a little imperfect and non-serious when I did it.
It still does. And I love it for this very reason.
Just know, sometimes a painting is a place where two hearts connect.
And you (and your art) have more impact than you will ever know.