I read this nice quote from instagram that went something like ‘imagine all the art discarded due to perfectionism’ and while sure, we’re constantly battling these platforms for our own attention back, this sentiment of opposing forces: art and perfectionism, really stood out to me.
I’ve furiously googled how to properly categorize this blog and add things like subscribe buttons, but when my first two attempts fail, I’m usually swept up in a more exciting task. I think about why I restarted a blog- and how beautiful individual websites can be (with time, information, and commitment to finding answers on the internet!), but wow, I just get so bored of the formatting. All this to say, its OK for imperfect ‘art’ to exist without adding to the slop-pile of over-information. Blogs hold a totally different feel to me than the rest of social media, maybe because it requires user to specifically seek these words out, instead of spoon-fed doom scrolling, but in any case, I see it as more intentional and I want to hold on to that.
Since an ego-slicing photography clinic in February (and I didn’t have much ego to begin, I’d like to emphasize here), I’ve enjoyed the thought of working on my photography. I like pictures so much more than video, and we are so inudated with video these days it makes my head spin. I don’t help myself by watching hours of Youtube on my bike trainer, but don’t bike trainer rides not count? Of course these same pictures can take you further than any written blog post… But the reality: I’m awful at remembering my camera. Even on jaunts with Ida and the evening light would be perfect- I’ll walk out the door and remember my goal 10 minutes into the walk, too lazy to turn back now. To top this, usually all I pass are farm fields, but I love these fields, so this point doesn’t even feel like a loss to me. But then some days I do remember, and the light is OK, and I can only try to keep this up and make some imperfect art if for nothing else but my own archives.
