Here's to another 10,000
There’s a lot of shallow wisdom on the internet (and in print) about the creative process. I try to avoid it, but I’d be lying if I hadn’t found myself looking at one of those charts, thinking, “Well if a brisk afternoon stroll got Freud to sit back down and put words on the page, maybe it’ll do the same for me.” The reality, of course, is that I have to make rent and fill my bovinely bottomless stomach and so I spend far more afternoons than I’d like working on commercial projects, often times in—gasp—offices, so brisk afternoon walks are difficult to take, justify, or remember to take.
There is one creative process cliché I can get behind, though, and that’s the idea of purging all your shitty work. The idea that if you just keep at it, you will eventually produce something worth the effort. I’ve lost sight of this over the years and have gotten precious with my artwork and art effort in a way Past Will would’ve found laughable, and then infuriating. I have a sketchbook right now—it’s about 1/3 full—that I’ve had since mid-2014. I’m going to see how quickly I can fill it.