With two kids and a business in it's infancy, it can be hard to get some time to sit down and have a conversation with my husband. But we managed to squeeze in a few minutes the other night.
It started nonchalantly-we were talking about how the art in books like Super Fab Saves the Day or Once Upon an Alphabet is so charming. Using water colors, colored pencils, and marker these illustrators have created images that are simple and so engaging. I could just look at the pages for hours.
My husband has an arts technology degree. He knows so much about computers, uses them every day, and loves what can be done with them. So I was surprised when he said "The crooked lines in the drawings make them better than anything that could be created in Adobe Illustrator."
The recovering perfectionist in me took note. The imperfections actually make the illustrations better...No longer do I need to draw with a pencil in one hand and a ruler in the other. I don't have to worry that someone or something is doing it more accurately. My imperfect art is wonderful because of it's imperfections-not in spite of it.
When I get hung up on being perfect in life as well as in art, I loose site of how those imperfections are symbols of something better. The dishes in the sink are there because our family shared a meal together. Dirt and dog hair usually cover our floors because we we put reading and playing with our kids in front of cleaning-for at least a little bit.
I want to make a plaque that I can hang in every room of the house. So that at the times when I'm feeling worried about the imperfections in my life, I can look at it and remember how they might actually be making it better. The imperfections make life better.