Sunday, September 18, 2016

the (im)perfection of things

I struggled to write this post because I wanted it to be perfect. How ironic is that, a post about imperfection that I want to be perfect? It just goes to show you how we stress about something we can never achieve. Trying to be perfect will kill your creativity and your desire to try new things. What's more ironic is that I love rusted steel, peeling paint, and wonky ceramic mugs. There's something magical about them. Here are some of my favorite quotes and images of things imperfect....

“Have no fear of perfection – you’ll never reach it.” –  Salvador DalĂ­

abandoned building


“To escape criticism – do nothing, say nothing, be nothing.” – Elbert Hubbard

cracked concrete


“Better to do something imperfectly than to do nothing flawlessly.” – Robert H. Schuller

rubble wall


“There is a kind of beauty in imperfection.” – Conrad Hall

Peter Volkos - ceramics


“Usefulness is not impaired by imperfection. You can still drink from a chipped cup.” – Greta K. Nagel

chipped cup


“The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself.” – Anna Quindlen

rusted gate


 “There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.” – Leonard Cohen

dried and cracked clay vase



“I do think imperfection is underrated” ― Helena Bonham Carter

Japanese boro cloth

"Nothing is perfect, nothing lasts, nothing is complete" - Wabi Sabi

Sunday, September 4, 2016

they can’t say she didn’t sing

My husband and I went to the movies last night and we saw Florence Foster Jenkins. It is an enjoyable movie and Meryl Streep was brilliant as the socialite/soprano who was mocked for her flamboyant performance costumes and notably poor singing ability (Wikipedia). But this post really isn’t about the movie as much as it is about Jenkin’s love of music and can do attitude. Some say she was in on the joke but most thought she had no idea that people were laughing at her. Any creative person who puts themselves “out there” in terms of their music, art, writing, dancing, etc. understands the risk involved. Talent is subjective to a point and we all want to believe our work is good enough to continue the fight. But how do we really know and does it matter? Streep’s last line in the film, "People may say I can't sing, but no one can ever say I didn't sing." And isn't that the way it should be....