This poem reflects the Japanese philosophy of Wabi-sabi that emphasizes the beauty of imperfection, asymmetry and transience. I have included one of my sketches from Mother’s Day which shows clear (glaring?) imperfections..
So you think you can’t be an artist, think again
Breathe, and let your imagination take the reins
Look at the natural world around you and get inspired
Then start creating, no prior experience is required..
What are you afraid of, that your lines would be
Misshapen, haphazard or replete with asymmetry?
Or that when you paint, your colors would escape
Outside the margins, or that the clay would not take shape
In the impeccable mould of your imagination
When you try to configure your pottery to perfection?
Creating art is not an all or none process
Every line, every swath of paint represents progress
Each imperfection in your work you embrace
Remember that this universe has enough space
For all art, you are an artist when you create
Immerse yourself in creating and celebrate
Your art, there is beauty to be found
In imperfection- this is a truth profound