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Jim Morrison once said “some of the worst mistakes in my life were haircuts”.
I can relate. I only wish every mistake were so simple. Hair grows back. Time passes. Corrections are made and all is right with the world. Or is it ?
As my niece and nephew were growing up, I drilled into their beautiful minds “there is no such thing as a mistake in art, only an opportunity”. In art it’s easy enough to believe. A smudge here, a shading there and something new emerges. Maybe that’s why I love art so much. It is pliable. It is forgiving. It is all about evolving and transforming into something new. And it is effortless.
Some mistakes though are like spilled black ink on white carpet. Or a special glass that falls from the hand. There is no opportunity there. No do-over. Not really anyway. Of course, the Japanese have a saying about such things. I think they call it wabi-sabi.