Make Bad Art! Plus, Tiff Randol

A Monday afternoon hello.

When it comes to writing, I’m a perfectionist. I spend far too long agonizing over every individual word. Once a piece is published, I often berate myself for not doing a better job. It’s why I haven’t written the novel that I’ve dreamed about writing since I was a kid. I’ve tried many times. And each time, I get a few thousand words in, edit those words over and over, and finally give up, convinced that no one would read my stupid book anyway.

But when it comes to visual art, I’m all about the mess, baby! For whatever reason, I’m A-okay with making mistakes in my paintings or screwing up a drawing. I love the process of actually making something that didn’t exist in the world. I do it just for the pure joy of it. There’s no concern that no one will like it or that I’ll need to fix it. I just work on it until it’s done and smile that I made a thing.

Example: the other day, I decided to spend an afternoon painting while my son and husband were camping. I made a trek to a local arts suppl…