I’ve lived in NYC for almost two and a half years, yet I know so little of the city. This has to change. Thanks Time Out magazine and stumbleupon!
The following is Nicholas Wilton’s, the founder of the Artplane Method, wonderful thoughts on perfectionism vs. art.
I always felt that someone, a long time ago, organized the affairs of the world into areas that made sense-categories of stuff that is perfectible, things that fit neatly in perfect bundles. The world of business, for example, is this way-line items, spreadsheets, things that add up, that can be perfected. The leg an system-not always perfect, but nonetheless a mind-numbing effort to actually write down all kinds of laws and instructions that cover all aspects of being human, a kind of umbrella code of conduct we should all follow.
Perfection is crucial in building an aircraft, a bridge, or a high-speed train. The code and mathematics residing just below the surface of the Internet is also this way. Things are either perfectly right or they will not work. So much of the world we work and live in is based upon being correct, being perfect.
But after this someone got through organizing everything just perfectly, he (or probably a she) was left with a bunch of stuff that didn’t fit anywhere-things in a shoe box that had to go somewhere.
So in desperation this person threw up her arms and said, “OK! Fine. All the rest of this stuff that ins’t perfectible, that doesn’t seem to fit anywhere else, will just have to be piled into this last, rather large, tattered box that we can sort of push behind the couch. Maybe later we can come back and figure where it all is supposed to fit in. Let’s label the box ART.”
The problem was thankfully never fixed, and in time the box overflowed as more and more art piled up. I think the dilemma exists because art, among all the other tidy categories, most closely resembles what is it like to be human. To be alive. It is our nature to be imperfect. To have uncategorized feelings and emotions. To make or do things that don’t sometimes necessarily make sense.
Art is all just perfectly imperfect.
Once the word Art enters the description of what you’re up to, it is almost like getting a hall pass from perfection. It thankfully releases us from any expectation of perfection.
In relation to my own work not being perfect, I just always point to the tattered box behind the couch and mention the word Art, and people seem to understand and let you off the hook about being perfect and go back to their business.
Pope Francis has been declared Time’s Person Of The Year. Looking back on 2013, he has done some incredibly progressive things to lead the Church.
I just love this. This is exactly the kind of person we need in todays world.
Oh boy. If you were to ask me, “where do you see yourself in five years?” my answer would be a simple yet unnerving: “I don’t know.” I feel like I have been saying that ad nauseam for quite a while now. This is not necessarily a cry for help on my part, nor do I advocate putting negative information out into the world, but this is something that has been on my mind, and has very recently come along to slap me square in the face.
"Well…what do you want to do?" Again: "I don’t know." I can tell you plenty of areas that I am interested in. I can tell you about the mini movies I see in my imagination of myself doing various things in the future, but they in no way link up together.
"Well…what are these areas?"
I love the arts. There is not one area that I haven’t invested in or tried. Particularly acting and writing. I also love social, humanitarian, environmental, philosophical, and entrepreneurial work. You can say that these can theoretically all link up together somehow, but the how part needs some work. I firmly believe in the power of the law of attraction, and quantum physics. They state that we become what we think about most. That there cannot be a universe without the mind entering into it. I know firsthand that these things are true. They also state that we are not meant to know about the ‘how.’ That the universe will take care of that part. Okay, great…but…if I don’t even know the what yet, how can the how even begin to take care of itself?
Where do I go from here? What is right and what is wrong? Are there even such things as right and wrong answers? What choices should I make? The infamous “what if…” shows up over and over again. “I don’t know.” I don’t have the answers. I have heard before that before great clarity there is great confusion, or conversely that in the midst of great uncertainty lies opportunities for great creativity. I guess I just have to focus on embracing all of this uncertainty and be courageous.
I have no doubt that eventually I’ll arrive at an answer. I can tell you now that I can’t wait for that day to arrive. Until then I suppose the best I can do is to just follow my natural passions, or “follow your bliss” as Lisa Nichols says. That’s the only answer that I do know for sure.
Have you ever wished you could go back in time and have a conversation with one of the greatest minds in history? Well, you can’t sorry, they’re dead. Unlessâ¦
Really love this list—all of which are true!! It’s my hope that someday everyone will believe in their own potential and inner light.