I like making things. I like making things that I've never made before. I also like projects that I don't need help with. Why? Because if something screws up, I can fix it on my own terms, and I don't have to worry about someone else's expectations. It seems like every time I get involved in a multi-person project, something gets messed up, and the whole thing is ruined just because an outside party didn't hold their end up, or didn't follow through, or in some cases never got involved like I thought they would.
Why is it that humans are so notoriously unreliable? I guess we all know the answer to that question. It was mostly rhetorical anyway.
I feel like I do a good job at most everything I do. I just want others to do the same!
-Gabriel
3 comments:
Everybody else does a good job at what they do. Because they ignore the things they were doing with you.
A couple of thoughts in a similar vein:
"One idea at a time. Preferably one you love" is helpful. There are too many good ideas, and it's better to do a few things to excellence than a lot of things well, or just okay.
Excellence should be driven by passion, not by ambition. Things are better when they are done "out of the goodness of your heart", not out of a desire to be the best or to prove something to yourself. We all love someone who is in love with what they do FOR IT'S OWN INHERENT WORTH. We don't admire people who are simply successful or ambitious. We like Michael Jordan because we believe his amazing abilities came out of a love of the game. We think watching him lets us in on moments of pure joy.
Doing projects with other people is harder, and in many cases, should be avoided. But the most rewarding projects ultimately come out of collaboration. Just like Michael Jordan couldn't really be a star in anything that didn't require teamwork. You just need to find people that are in love with the same things you are.
Most of the time, I just want someone to keep me company, even if they are in another part of the room. It is kind of like “they are my Muse”. My muses are my children, even though they refuse the job. Their refusal has made my art suffer.
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