To all viewers but yourself, what matters is the product – the finished artwork. To you, and you alone, what matters is the process: the experience of shaping the work.1
A struggle with my daily drabble. Three discordant points occupy my mind, defying order; a disparate triangle.
Kendrick Castillo. Student (their child!) dies defending his Colorado classmates during (another!) school shooting. We the People christen him a hero.
Kurt Cobain, beautiful, (self-deceased) idealist. All apologies.
Brown Bird in my garden, perched atop a sunburned finial. Teacup size, befitting call of teakettle, teakettle, teakettle. Translation: In the sun I feel as one.2
1. Bayles, David. (2001) Art & fear: Observations on the perils (and rewards) of artmaking (p. 5). Image Continuum Press. Kindle Edition.
2. Nirvana. (1993). All apologies. On In utero.
Picasso, P. (1936). Untitled. [Oil, pencil on canvas]. Retrieved from Wikiart