The art we often encounter in our daily lives is usually quite good, either as a product of self-selection by its creator, or aesthetic curation carried out by platform owners and algorithms.

Though we all may know, academically, that the execution of any skilled performance requires a lot of hard work and even some failures, that awareness does not enter into the libidinal act of *gawking* which can often overtake us when we see something cool.

This is something I believe - that we do not give enough attention to the value of less-than-perfect execution. That we raise up our eyes to the apex of performance without lingering on those things which are perhaps less impressive but no less a part of their more sainted cousins.

Behind and beneath every amazing work of art and expression is a gulf of "practice", of acts not to be judged seriously or be allowed to see the light of day, so large it cannot bear the act of accounting.

If someone said to you "it took me a year to learn to do this", there is no doubt that contained within that space and time are works you would not be shown.

That was never their purpose.

But then, does a masterpiece exist only to be seen? In what way is it really different from the test? The practice? The "just goofing around"?

In the end, none of it can last, so perhaps it is a distinction without a difference?

This is only something I wish I believed - that it doesnt matter if you ever make something great - truly spectactular. That an imperfect execution is better than a perfect idea.

This meditation, and this blog more broadly, is in furtherance of that wish and an exercise of that belief in a lot of ways.

I hope you make something today, or this week, or this month, or this year, with no expectations. Just so you can call it "done".