Fifty People One Question _ Shotgun

I had an inspiring talk with Frank Warren of PostSecret today, who has become a friend and mentor to me following a recent collaboration. In the midst of the meandering conversation, he reminded me to do a very simple thing.

Enjoy the ride.

As much as I love my work, it feels relentless. I am never satisfied with the things I make. I am never content with the current set of challenges I face. And I am always looking for new buildings to climb, even when I know I’m moving too fast or teetering on the edge. 

I can never get better fast enough. I can never understand deeply enough. And I can never follow through, execute or focus long enough.

I have felt this way to varying degrees as far back as I can remember. And yet, things get done. I make things. I learn things. I try to help other people make and learn things. And when I take a step back and look at this body of things as a whole, they do seem to be getting just a little bit better – a little bit closer to that place I imagine I want to be.

My way of trying to create these things is honestly kind of a mess, but it’s my mess. And most days it’s a fun mess. 

Someday maybe I’ll arrive and feel content and have learned enough and made enough to feel that everything just clicks. Or maybe not. Either way, the ride is nice and the wind feels good and I have a lot more room on me for bumps and bruises along the way.

Thanks Frank.

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John Berger _ And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

John Berger, And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

One

Once In A Song

A singer may be innocent
never the song. With its instantaneous eyes
opened on to the world
and its heart laid bare,
the song is brazen,
the song is newborn.
Only when it has quietened
can listeners resume by habit
the innocence of their age.

Two

When I open my wallet
to show my papers
pay money
or check the time of a train
I look at your face.

The flower’s pollen
is older than the mountains
Aravis is young
as mountains go.

The flower’s ovules
will be seeding still
when Aravis then aged
is no more than a hill.

The flower in the heart’s
wallet, the force
of what lives us
outliving the mountain.

And our faces, my heart, brief as photos.

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HeyNathan_BrickLane_London

I smile, usually. 
I am honest, mostly. 
I can be a friend to anyone, not always to myself.
I wake up to work and I love the work, every day, except when I can’t face it. 
I will create the space for you and yours, but it won’t be perfect. 
I am a deluge of confidence, until you pierce me. 
I give freely, until I take.
I need nothing, but I want everything.
I have family, but I don’t always know them.
I create, and sometimes fail. I create again.
I believe I can shape everyone. Even you.
I have love to give, except when it runs out. Only for a moment.

This is me. I am a human slightly broken.

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