- A continuous process of creation, never distilled into a static finished object. To remain stagnant is the antithesis of embodying artistic being. To be unmoving and unmovable is un-being, an anti-process.
- Not original, yet entirely so. My work is an accumulation of all the art, places, and people I have experienced, translated through my lense into a unique combination. There is no other me who can create my work.
- On no one's timeline but its own: including my own. Inspiration will arrive when it does and you must work to create in its absence. Time is externally imposed the process of creation, which exists as a seperate force; the two often clash. Delivery time may dictate a measurable grade or pay check but not the "goodness" or "doneness" of a piece that can only decide for itself. Fast fashion may be profitable but the cost is substantial to stomach.
- Perfectly imperfect. Who defines "perfect"? How boring would "oerfect" be, if such a thing could even be quantified? How can a "perfect piece" move dialogue forward if there is nothing but praise to utter?
- Unable to encompass the whole self. It may not contain or translate the human spirit 1:1, but it can house a piece that reaches beyond itself. Perhaps an entire body can be transmuted across a complete body of work, eventually; but a body is ever changing, and as long as one continues to evolve the work will never be complete.
- Not a 1:1 translation of my human mind -- although I will continue to strive to translate my imagination. AI will never replicate my art because it has no imagination to source from.
- Unrestrained by medium of expression; the voice takes on all forms of movement one is capable of producing.
- Impermanent - so don't sweat the small stuff! Nothing will remain eternally, so give it the chance to exist along with you.
- Rarely the result of careful planning -- despite how extensively I brainstorm, the final piece always takes a life of its own and leads my to the result it needs which is rarely one I predict perfectly. As Bob Ross said, "we don't make mistakes, we just have happy accidents"; my mother once told me how I was an accident, and I internalized this as a flaw until I realized the miracle of luck I had stumbled into, to be alchemizes into existence as my self by no one's intent but my own :)
- Miniscule in the grand scheme of things, but no more or less than any other work (subjectively). Exaggerating my own importance has placed a gravity of pressur eupon me that I was never fit to bear. So just make it -- what started as a mindless doodle might end up an accidental masterpiece in the "Archive" of randomly selected pieces that make history, or better yet none of your art will make it in there and it will instead reach audiences that weep (with you, with sadness, or best of all with joy, with gratitude) in their bedrooms at 3am while they click with you -- maybe they pick up the pen next. This is my dream.
Do not worry about creating an end-product that will be mass-consumable: new and strange tastes may or may not be acquired by audiences, but I am not striving to create the "McNugget" of art.
