February 15, 2005

I used to think that it was better to do a few big things really well, at long intervals if need be. In college, I always preferred classes in which one big paper decided your whole grade, rather than classes with a midterm, several short essays and a final exam. Maybe it’s just my nature to be a procrastinator, and this style of getting through life suited my essential slothfulness. One big push has always been easier for me to deal with than a series of small, painful nudges toward any particular goal.
Slowly, though, I’m coming around to a different point of view. I am beginning to really believe that it’s better to produce things steadily and regularly, even if some of what you do is crappy. I started 2005 with a goal to produce some artwork every day, even if it was something small and incomplete, and already by February I’ve produced more than I did in 2003 and 2004 combined. Not all of it is great. I’m not sure any of it is great. But it’s tangible, which is new for me. I have dreamed my art too long.