Showing posts with label lesson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lesson. Show all posts

Friday, April 25, 2014

The Gift of Failure

“There is no such thing as failure — failure is just life trying to move us in another direction.”
Oprah Winfrey
Ride the Peace Train

One of my favorite blogs I follow religiously is a blog called "Brain Pickings" - a site I only discovered because a dear friend pointed me in that direction. The author, Maria Popova, is articulate, extremely well-read, refreshingly insightful and she always writes on art and literature with such a perfect sense of what is important in the work she's reviewing.  The author herself calls Brain Pickings a "weekly interestingness digest.
and she'd be right. I've yet to scroll through the Sunday edition without getting caught up in the valuable lessons she shares through the work, writing and art of others, not to mention her own remarkably astute commentary. 

A few weeks ago, I marked an article to read later and then, as often happens, forgot about it in the crush of springtime activities - Easter, family visits, my Mom's 90th birthday, etc. But once I had a brief moment to go back to the file, I discovered this marvelous gem amidst all the other great articles on the Blog. It's an article on a subject we've probably all encountered but often neglected to dig into - failure. We avoid the topic because it has negative connotations, particularly in a society where it's often "winner take all" and "dog eat dog." Even our television shows express clearly how we feel about this subject - "Failure is not an option." 

We reject it because it has negative associations for us - failing damages our self-esteem, destroys our dreams, labels us as less than worthy. Or does it? As this marvelous quote above from Oprah Winfrey suggests, there are a gazillion lessons in failure and as many treasures to be found in those lessons that we would not learn any other way. It IS why and how we change direction and find another way around what seem to be insurmountable obstacles. There really could be no true success without a willingness and a capacity to accept what failure has to teach us. 

Popova's blog on the Gift of Failure comes from the title of a book by Sarah Lewis - 
The Rise: Creativity, the Gift of Failure, and the Search for Mastery.  Lewis is the former curator of the Tate Modern Gallery and MoMA and a member of President Obama's Arts Policy Committee. In her book, she uses the example of Thomas Edison who tried endlessly to create a working lightbulb and said of his efforts, "I have not failed. I have just found 10,000 ways that won't work." I think there are so many valuable lessons that Popova and Lewis have explored that I'd like to turn you on to the blog site with this introduction: 

Creativity, the Gift of Failure, and the Crucial Difference Between Success and Mastery

You  won't  be  sorry  that  you  were  introduced  to  this  wonderful  online  source  of  profound ideas  and  insight guarantee.
Speaking of failure, however, I wonder if you noticed that there is no link beneath my own artwork above. That's because it's not posted on any of my sites yet - and it may not ever be. I've reworked this piece 100 times - starting with a simple photograph that was small and not terribly good to begin with. But I loved the composition of the piece and I was listening to Cat Stevens singing Peace Train one night and decided to try to do something with this. I consider this work a "failure" in the sense that I've not managed to achieve what I hoped with it - it doesn't "deliver" the feeling I wanted it to. But each reworking teaches me something new about digital art and painting and that's invaluable to me for the future. I may not ever finish this work to my satisfaction but what I've learned by failing to do it has stood me in very good stead in other works. 

Thursday, January 16, 2014

We interrupt this program...to bring you a laugh


"A day without laughter is a day wasted.”

Charlie Chaplin

I've Got Your Back 
I’ve been heavily into serious matters these past few days and I definitely intend to return to them and finish this discussion of heroic virtues and why and where they merit our consideration as artists. However…every now and then it’s good to give the mind a rest and laugh a little just for the sport of it. This little story is making the email rounds so I have no clue where the credit for the original or the images belongs…if you created this, by all means let me know! [Some of you might find this a tad risque - no bad language however - though these days this is very mild!]

Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me again asking why I didn't do something useful with my time.
 “Like sitting around the pool and drinking wine is not a good thing”, I said.
Talking about my "doing something useful" seems to be her favorite topic of conversation.
She was "only thinking of me" she said, and suggested I go down to the senior center and hang out with the guys.

I did this and when I got home last night I decided to teach her a lesson about staying out of my business.
I e-mailed her and told her that I had joined a parachute club.
She replied, "Are you nuts? You are 73 years old, and now you're going to start jumping out of airplanes?"
I told her that I even got a membership card and e-mailed a copy to her.

 

She immediately telephoned me, "Good grief, where are your glasses! This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club."
 "Oh man, I'm in trouble again; I really don't know what to do... I signed up for five jumps a week."
 The line went quiet and her friend picked up the phone and said that my daughter had fainted.
 Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier but sometimes it can be fun.

Theologian Karl Barth once wrote, “Laughter is the closest thing to the grace of God.” Perhaps he’s right…and who am I to argue? But my attitude toward laughter is closer to Bill Cosby’s…sometimes, it is the only thing that gets me through the day.  Back to “business” tomorrow but I’ll share a little story that will lighten the message…and maybe bring a laugh.