I recognize the piece, not because it’s an exact replica of the original that captivated me, but now I can finally see my choices, including those I made forced my work preferences,
I recognize the piece, there is something deeply satisfying about reaching the point where I no longer need to explain every decision to the point I can freely see why it belongs there,
I recognize the piece, when I look at it now do I feel that quiet moment of knowing that this is finally something I would want to put my name on,
I recognize the piece, as i go on and on, the work begins to feel like something I have lived with rather than something I simply imagined and produced…
I stop adding, resisting that familiar urge to fill every empty place when some spaces have already earned their right to remain quiet,
I stop adding, finishing requires me to accept that the piece can leave my hands before I have eliminated every possible imperfection from reduction of the work,
I stop adding, can I leave something alone when I know I could still change it without knowing whether the change would actually make it better,
I stop adding, and restraint becomes part of what I made, and I begin to see that leaving something untouched can sometimes be as intentional as changing it…
I let it stand, because I no longer want perfection to become the condition that keeps my work permanently hidden from the world,
I let it stand, knowing that there will always be another version I could imagine, another possibility that might tempt me to reopen something I already finished,
I let it stand, can I accept the discomfort of releasing something before I have convinced myself that there is absolutely nothing left to improve,
I let it stand, and completion finally asks me to trust what I have made, there comes a point when another correction no longer makes the work better, only makes it harder for me to let it be…
I carry the lesson forward, keeping the instincts that became clearer through practice and leaving behind the habits that made the work heavier than it needed to be,
I carry the lesson forward, every finished piece leaves me slightly different from when I began, sometimes the most important thing is what the work teaches me to become,
I carry the lesson forward: what did this work teach me about how I actually create when I stop trying to become someone else’s version of a true creative person,
I carry the lesson forward, and the next blank space does not feel quite as frightening anymore, until I see that I was never waiting for the fear to disappear—I was learning how to move with it…
My choices inside the finished piece
Knowing when another detail is unnecessary
Restraint becomes part of what I made
Trusting what I have made
The next blank space feels different
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