When is enough enough?
The entirely natural instinct to remake/remodel every time-to reinvent, to invert, ditch, wipe clean . . . more often than not it’s this reflex that jerks whenever a new possibility arises. In a sense, a sort of formulaic enforced zero state that apparently resets all approaches whilst simultaneously doing this resetting the same way all over again. Starting from scratch. Again. There’s an artificiality here, something about judging behaviour rather than creating things, making beauty. A greater concern for the way things are done rather than what is done. It’s not what you do, it’s the way that you do it.
This marginalises the process of creation because it distracts from the resonant qualities of the thing, the outcome, the object, the intention. It forces attention on to process as a formula, it imposes unnatural requirements and rhythms, it requires justification, accounting, reporting and qualifying. At worst, it can make for a stultifying make-work of box ticking, false starts, bogus creation for it’s own sake, never to be shared beyond meeting rooms, wasted dreams stillborn-time and time again until all energy is dissipated.
It’s a conceit. It’s false. It’s not about life.
The cliché is that its all a journey. It is. Life is a journey. A journey begins and takes in time and and place and experience and understanding-one thing after another happens and these things have a cause and effect that propels onward through emotion, physicality and ability. There are connections, and these connections are important because they allow a flow of one act, one thought, to another, and this flow enables things to enter into a state of constant becoming, rather than a stop start process: the state of becoming is the state of life, an unfolding into possibility manifesting as a poetic outcome via a shared experience of creation. A journey. Life is a journey.
It’s not the way you do it, it’s what you do.
To find the joy in the flow: the simple pleasure of discovery. To let things be or change as they ought in their own terms, without assumption or imposition. To do just enough, or not. To do the least possible. To do more than necessary. How could you know? To always be concerned with where we are going, what will be. To experience the process through the desire and need to create with intent, no matter what . . .