Small, Flawed, Wonderful.

So I read in a book that in some circles/places, there exists the idea that visiting huge art fairs is superior to visiting small, independent galleries.

What a strange thought, no?

In essence, that is a statement that stems from the idea that “bigger is better”. Personally, that is something I don’t agree with. Yes, it’s personal. Just as I personally prefer being with one or two close friends than with a huge group of not particularly close ones, so do I prefer the intimacy of a small gallery.

With life, too, I like to think it’s the small things that bring us the greatest pleasures. Taking a stroll down a deserted foreign street; immersing yourself in the quiet intimacy of a gallery; drinking a cup of coffee at a cozy café while gazing at passersby; chatting over a meal or drink with close friends; making love to an ordinary woman who is extraordinary only for you; discovering a new book at a bookstore… These are the small things that make life wonderful.

I don’t need no big mansions or grand galleries. Nor do I need a supermodel girlfriend or huge parties full of esteemed guests. Neither do I desire a flight to the moon.

No, sir, all I need are the simple pleasures of everyday life. To frequently recognize the beauty of these fragments in life, that is what life is about.

Understanding the imperfection of life, too, is important. My work is never perfect. And I mean never. But so is life. Life is never perfect, that’s that makes living interesting. And that is why I should not expect everything to be according to my expectations but should instead make the best of each project, just as a clever man once said. (Clever man in question being Paul Arden, who wrote It’s Not How Good You are, It’s How Good You Want To Be.)

Making the best of each flawed project of my job. Discovering the wonderful details of each imperfect woman I’ve loved. Finding time in between to read good books, to spend time with friends and family, to write, create, and learn. And keeping myself healthy, if not fit, as a foundation to everything else.

Now, isn’t that a pretty wonderful life already?