The weather at the moment is unremarkably cold. Unremarkable in the sense that it’s not snowing but by all accounts it should be. As if the weather Gods themselves are in dispute as to what they should send next.
Being unremarkable is a trait, a very subjective trait. Its shares the same space as the word ‘mediocre’.
Both denote a quality of judgment and in general terms would not be used as a term of endearment if you were to address somebody, or indeed somebody’s life work in those words.
Frankly, people are scared of being mediocre.
Especially in this day and age when we can clearly see the perceived competition. Hating mediocrity can in turn make us dislike ourselves and paralyse us from taking action.
We are all mediocre at times, most times to be honest.
And there is nothing wrong with that. Accepting it will help you advance toward your goals, be it in painting or any other pursuit.
One thousand mediocre paintings later – a masterpiece!
Then the next one becomes easier, breaking down a wall, sensing what is achievable.
And what happens to the thousand mediocre paintings?
They are quickly termed ‘masterpieces’ – because by then everyone wants to jump on the bandwagon and have a piece of the action.
Only the artist really knows.
Having said the above we will still endeavor to spear mediocrity in the eye at every available chance, as these paintings here will testify to.
Have a warm day.
Hi, I'm Jimmy.
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