In my blogs I have been encouraging everyone to look at the possibility of a “flipside” in how we spend our time while sheltering in…to consider a different route or dare to look at that part of ourselves which needs a little nurturing. We have the time right now. You can try that “thing” which has been in the back of your mind for a while now. This may come in the form of trying a new passion…of painting, trying a new craft, writing or just sitting with our thoughts. But of course, with any new passion our ego can block our attempts at finding a childlike simplicity in our approach to the new art form.
Self doubt can come in waves and stop the inner child from pursuing a new endeavor. It sets you up with the sabotage of “What if it isn’t perfect?”
Because I have reserved space for myself to be reflective and look within during the time of the Coronavirus, I am allowing the written word to guide me. It’s a new endeavor for me and while I write this I am considering many things. Self doubt is already sneaking in to sit on my shoulder. Can I find the words that share my honest feelings with those who are reading this? I am a musician who assumes that she can write…do I have the talent? I cannot answer these questions objectively. But I can say that I am allowing myself the leeway to play with imperfection in my words. I will find my way.
As a singer, I know all too well the power that slight imperfections in the voice can possess. It may come in the form of a hesitation in the text or a sob within a musical phrase that may not be technically optimal. It can be a transformative moment both for the artist and the listener.
This is when I say, “There is great beauty in imperfection.” It is in what is not quite perfectly shaped that something so beautiful as human frailty can be revealed.
One of the most exciting moments in art or creation is when the artist stops overthinking and allows the natural process to evolve. Imagine a lump of clay before you. You may have no pre conceived notion of what can evolve when you start working with the material. Then suddenly a form, sometimes quite profound, can take shape as a result of your hands creating without the limitations of self judgement. You have found that moment of childlike play which can only reap imperfect and most beautiful rewards. You have just allowed yourself to experience discovery.
So now when you remind yourself that there is beauty in imperfection you will feel the same tingle of truth that I do. The frailty that you have dared to reveal is more perfect than any imagined perfection. And the fact that you have allowed your new art to be shaped by humility can be deeply moving. No artist has ever had a perfect performance. So throw yourself headlong into a new endeavor. Let the clay speak to you through your hands. Embrace imperfection. It is the greatest teacher.