on data hoarding my old shit

one of the hardest lessons i am learning as an artist is the art of letting go. i’m still trying. it's hard af.

not every piece will be a masterpiece.  some of them aren’t worth finishing. i begin a lot of art, but i don’t finish everything - for all kinds of reasons. sometimes, a piece just doesn't work, no matter how much time and effort i pour into it.  sometimes i get fully sidetracked by life. sometimes i feel i’ve outgrown it, or i look back and go “dafuq? this is awful!” and that's all pretty normal for the artistic process. 

it's okay to abandon a project, to walk away from a canvas that feels like a struggle.  that’s called cutting one’s losses. it doesn't mean i'm a failure; it means i'm choosing to focus my energy on something that sparks joy, something that ignites my passion. 

the art of letting go is about freeing myself from the tyranny of perfectionism or the obligation to finish everything i start. sometimes a natural conclusion is: “our story ends here. it didn’t work out.” this, allows myself to create without judgment, to move on without fear.

i can make new options for myself that’ll suit me now instead of devolving out of perfectionism “someday” paralysis.