I shredded some artwork today.
I did an earlier plein air painting and it didn’t turn out very well. I was walking around feeling bad about it for a while.
Then I sat down and did this. There’s a lot of things I wish I could have done better, but I did alright, much better than the one I tried earlier.
That was when I realized I didn’t need to hold on so tightly to art I didn’t like. It doesn’t matter if it was on decent paper or I spent lots of time on it, no point in art existing if I’m not that proud of it.
So I tossed it in the shredder. Then I shredded some more older, bad pieces I couldn’t stand to look at. Life’s too short to be holding on to things you don’t want.