The Art of Error

In my artwork, errors are a meandering road of missteps and discoveries. A mark appears in the wrong place, and suddenly, the possibility widens.

Surprisingly, what seems to be a failure is, in fact, the very pulse of aliveness. Each mis-stroke exposes a hidden gem. Instead of jumping in to correct a mistake, I can listen and observe.

What is this smear of ink saying? What does this misshapen image ask?

To keep moving forward in the face of an obvious error demands courage: the willingness to let the next misstep teach the next moment. And, the strength to ignore my own criticism.

If I persist, a quiet dawn appears, although not the perfection I imagined. There is the recognition that this crooked path is none other than the way. This (exactly this) is it.