Procrastination leads to regret.
I went for another walk along Gertrude Street last night to look at all of the works included in the Gertrude Street Projection Festival. It made me think about a few things.
Some of the pieces, like Night Walkers, above, were amazing. There were others, however, which weren’t up to such a high standard.
Rewind to two months ago, when I saw the call for entries, and had what I think was a great idea. I thought about it a lot, planned out what to do, and got to the point of scripting what I needed to shoot.
And then, nothing.
Because it was something I had never done before, I worried that my work wouldn’t be up to the right standard. But now that I think about it, it was more that I was afraid that I wouldn’t be happy with the work –– that I’d do something that I wouldn’t be proud of.
End result, I didn’t do anything. So I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, but there’s no chance of doing something I could be proud of, either. At some stage, I became more interested in protecting my reputation (and maybe protecting my ego) than in building anything good.
That kind of thinking is the death of creativity. It’s rare that anything good comes risk-free, so I’m going to make sure to take more risks. I’ll fail more often, sure. But at least I’ll give myself the opportunity to succeed more often as well.