I've been noodling around with something in my brain. The way that I grew up in school was really straightforward. No matter the class, the formula was the same: Learn the material, take a test. You can know right away your worth: Get an A, you are a success. Get something less, you are a failure. Thing is, that's not how real growth in a skill works. Here's a little anecdote to illustrate my point:
I remember making a self-portrait in my 5th grade art class. We used chalk pastels in order to blend colors and try to color things as we saw them, not as we imagined they were. I did a decent job, but I wasn't successful by my standards. My self-portrait unsurprisingly wasn't a photo-realistic representation of me. When I looked at my art, I was faced with a choice: keep drawing and get better, or quit drawing because I wasn't good at it. My 5th grade self portrait was my first and last. I set up photo-realism as a completely unrealistic expectation for myself then failed to meet it. I didn't "get an A" on my test. I was a failure, so I quit.
Being hyper critical of my own work did not (and does not) bring me joy. Thing is, I'm not as critical of others when I see their work. I'm so proud of my kids when they bring home a drawing they did or a paragraph they wrote, or a story with dozens of misspellings.
The important thing to remember is that skill, no matter what it is, progresses along and grows with practice. Here's an parable that David Bayles shares in his book Art & Fear that resonated with me:
The ceramics teacher announced on opening day that he was dividing the class into two groups. All those on the left side of the studio, he said, would be graded solely on the quantity of work they produced, all those on the right solely on its quality. His procedure was simple: on the final day of class he would bring in his bathroom scales and weigh the work of the "quantity" group: fifty pounds of pots rated an "A", forty pounds a "B", and so on. Those being graded on "quality", however, needed to produce only one pot -albeit a perfect one- to get an "A". Well, came grading time and a curious fact emerged: the works of the highest quality were all produced by the group being graded for quantity. It seems that while the "quantity" group was busily churning out piles of work- and learning from their mistakes- the "quality" group had sat theorizing about perfection, and in the end had little more to show for their efforts than grandiose theories and a pile of dead clay.
Sometimes I get a little tickle in my brain. It's usually preceded by some curiosity "How can I..." or "I wonder if...," and followed by me getting into a project a touch over my head. Julie isn't always a fan. This Thanksgiving it was picking up whole cranberries from the grocery store on a whim and then making cranberry sauce. Thankfully this was not a terribly difficult task and I didn't leave the unfinished project to languish for years at a time (like my nearly-finished stairwell to the basement). Making cranberry sauce was easy, and I preferred it to the store-bought cans. Another stretch for me was making my own yogurt. It's time- and dish-consuming, and the end product isn't really any better than Greek yogurt I'd buy at the store, but it's really kind of fun and somewhat inspiring to make my own stuff. Bread, chili, teriyaki ginger pork, garam masala roasted pecans. I am a culinary tinkerer, always messing with a recipe to see how I can tweak it. But for all of these tasty things I've cooked up, there are an equal number of garbage recipes. My Too Much Baking-Soda Banana BreadTM was a challenge for the family to choke down.
Now this ties in with the self-portrait. If I really want to be able to draw a photo-realistic self portrait, I need to put in the time. And that's a LOT of time. I am almost certainly not going to spend that much time honing my drawing ability, but the potential is there. However, I should be proud of whatever I choose to apply my effort to. And, simultaneously, I need not judge my work using other people who have put in the grinding hours as my standard.
I love seeing people do what they love with skill and joy. If you've seen Jake Shimabukuro play his ukulele, you'll know what I mean. I love singing in a choir, surrounded by joyful people skillfully singing. I love watching Mark Batory at Hollowed Earth Pottery spin up his wheel and throw clay. My friend Jon Fiedler is a sight to behold when he cooks steak to perfection or slings pizzas.
To that end, I'm calling myself and anyone who would join me, to be makers. Be creatives. Be curious. Make amateur stuff, and be proud of it. G.K. Chesterton wrote "If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing badly." Because creating is fun, and when you're done, what you have is yours. If you want to share your creations with me, and follow along as I make stuff, connect with me on IG @cre@ivecollective. I'd love to celebrate your music, art, film, photography, book wreaths, blogs, stories, origami, crafting, cooking, calligraphy, crocheting, etc. as you make your community just a little brighter.
