You’re making a beautiful failure

I’m chewing on this idea from a conversation over the weekend:

Art reaches for the transcendent; it attempts to convey or enact something important that’s beyond the page or canvas or stage. The best art moves us, challenges us, evokes feelings or creates experiences that take us beyond just the medium of representation. But even the best art never fully closes the gap between what’s created and what that creation reaches for. In other words, embedded inside the most compelling, beautiful art is imperfection, tiny failure.

If this idea is true, then everything you make is—in some way—a beautiful failure.

If this idea is true, it removes the pressure of perfection. Go fail as beautifully as you can.