To do it our own way, for you, regardless of external interpretation and expectation.
Individuality is all we have. Character is destiny.
Sure, it’s in our DNA as social human beings to want to receive feedback on our creative outpourings. But making is therapeutic in itself.
Output is the manifestation of input. What we cultivate is a reflection of our inner narrative. And yes, a lot of it is trash, because most creative pursuits are temporary.
As they say, a good idea is an accumulation of a lot of bad ones. We aim for simplification as the most durable storage.
Being all things to all men is a foolish endeavor. We no longer chase other people’s dreams, nor our own. By running after our ideal selves, we run foul of authenticity.
We simply ride the wave of chance hurled at us, adrift on the storm-tossing sea of luck. We dance with all the uncertainties and anxieties in our work, following through even on the most unrewarding tasks.
Real makers talk as themselves, not about themselves. What matters is the creator’s point of view.
Devoid of context — it’s the viewer’s challenge to try and sense where the artist is coming from.
Complexity is the by-product of uniqueness, as people make out only what they know how to see.