I was at an airbnb far away, in a different desert, with Ming and another friend. The other friend left a note in the guestbook, and drew a bird that they left unfinished.
I said I preferred the bird unfinished–anyone can draw a whole bird! A bird half-sketched is way better!
Alas, I think my friend believed I was stupid. But I kept thinking about it. I love roughness, unfinishedness, the anomaly, the mistake. My favorite thing about art is the part that makes it not boring! Lots of ways to do that.
But I love error best. I record songs, and my voice could err, I could have a little cough, my software could make a mistake. I’m singing a cappella and can sing a wrong note, easily. Or I can mispronounce the Sanskrit, for sure. I do that all the time.
The problem can be the solution. If I draw with too many lines, press too hard, and my art is messy, maybe someone needs that. Maybe I need it, or the world does.
Maybe, you never know, Mother God smiles to see my messy art. If she likes it, who cares who criticizes it. I was brave enough to bring freshness into the world.
I like error because it shows the thing under the thing. Unfinishedness shows the structure. A truss, the carpenter’s math penciled on a beam no one was ever supposed to see. I enjoy difference, strangeness–they teach me way better than slick finished polished regular marketable products.
“The poem must resist the intelligence almost successfully.” —Wallace Stevens