Aether Ink

If you had asked my child self about what I was, the answer would’ve been the clearest answer it could ever be. “I’m an artist.”

I had an awe with the empty canvas and time spent to myself. My imagination was wilder in those days and I always went back to the desk to daydream and think about what I could create. Empty sheets of computer paper were pristine and ready to take on a new mark.

But that sort of reverie of the blank page also lended itself a fear that the next mark was going to sully the work.

To this I have to tell myself a story I’ve heard before, of two groups of students in a ceramic class. One is given the task to create one pot but make it the most perfect you can. The other group is told to create as much as possible, then present their best work. It’s a look into quantity over quality. Here’s the ending: the students who created the most, also created the better pot.

What’s the message there? Keep going until something sticks. Keep at it and make errors and be not afraid of mediocrity. In pursuing perfect, one can never make it past the first few steps. Keep doing it, just because you liked doing it and don’t care of what somebody else might think of you. The sun still rises and sets despite anything that happens. Can I say that it’s all ink that’ll be lost to the aether anyway? How very early on does the title drop.

So hello world, here’s my latest ditch attempt to create a blog that’ll survive. Sometimes you don’t have to start with an idea. You just have to start.