I just finished a new little pendant (only an inch across and not much taller!) and, honestly, it just makes me smile. It is definitely my new favorite layered pendant.
I know, as an artist, I am (as a stereotype) supposed to be perpetually dissatisfied with my work. This is supposed to be part of the mystique of the unhappy, striving, starving artist. I can see some purpose to this. If I was 100 percent satisfied with everything I did then I would not know how to improve.
But what about 99 percent satisfied? What’s wrong with that? I can see flaws in what I do, room for improvement, things I still have to learn or learn better. The question I ask the stereotype of the unhappy artist is this: Why should being imperfect, being a beginner (I think anyone who plays at making stuff is always, in some way, a beginner) get me down? How bored would I be if there was nothing more to learn about making things?
This pendant makes me happy because it shows a honey bee and a flower (two things I love), it is little, and I enjoyed the time I spent making it. That last part is the one that matters most. It is why I like the results.
I think it’s okay, even good, for an artist to be happy with what she or he makes. I am not saying be an pompous jerk who thinks everything you make is a gift from the heavens. Note where you can learn more, but remember to be happy in what you know and to be even happier that you are not done learning!
So go on happy artists, make stuff, and don’t be afraid to like it!