How is it possible that there are so many great ideas for art which never end up manifesting in a final product? How is it possible that we, as artists, want nothing more than to create perfectly and yet so often we fail to create at all? In this month's piece, we will attempt to answer these questions while exploring the themes of doubt and perfectionism.
This piece is going to be different than usual. In this piece, I would like to ask you to see a reflection of yourself - in me. In this piece, dear reader, I would like to invite you all to join a conversation about what it means to create imperfectly and to, nevertheless, love your creations. In fact, the hook that you just read is my seventh attempt at jotting down anything that would come close to satisfying my increasingly unhealthy habit of perfectionism. "What was wrong with the first six?" you probably ask yourselves. Truthfully, I do not know, but I doubt you would like them. Whether you will like this one is also unclear to me, but I've decided to take my chances. For what it's worth, I find it quite freeing. While at this point you might already start to feel bored by this unrequested outpouring of honesty, I do trust that my current predicament feels eerily familiar to many of you.
Self-doubt driven by endless comparisons against an imagined perfect final product is something that all people who express themselves through their creations seem to battle. After all, creating is not as easy as just sitting down and grinding through it all until the perfect final product magically appears in front of our eyes. Upon reflection, there seems to be a much deeper, more intricate desire to express exactly and precisely, in all of their magnificence, the beautiful ideas which sit at the very root of why each one of us creates. This desire in the back of each artist's mind seems to be conditioning us to hold ourselves and our work up to such high standards that we so often fail to even comprehend how we could start such an act of creation in the first place. So we don’t. Instead, we seem to argue that the perfectionist in all of us simply demands better.



