For my second post on the “one year anniversary recapitulation” theme, I was going to write about imperfection, but after a while, I realized that the adjective “unsatisfied” came out more often.
I am not a perfectionist. Not when it comes to drawing anyway. I create for the pleasure of it and because it brings me balance.
So, where does the dissatisfaction come from if not from imperfection?
Like I said before, drawing brings me balance; I rarely feel unsatisfied when I create. But whenever I do, it’s usually because of one of two things:
1. It came out nothing like I had in mind;
2. It was technically flawed, beyond what I could live with.
Number one happens more often. I sometimes have a vivid image in my head of what I want to draw. So vivid that the real drawing can’t live up to it. Some other times, even if the end result is different than what I had planned, it surprises me (in a good way). I don’t know why.
On another note, sometimes, things that appear quite imperfect I love the most. They started on a scrap piece of paper, I was not expecting anything out of it but yet, here they are, very imperfect but satisfying, like the two pieces below.
Have a good and satisfying weekend!