i began the first art class of my college career paralyzed with creative fear.
my professor suggested the opposite of paralysis as a starting point: motion.
he asked me to take one task and do it repeatedly.
at the time i had begun making origami boxes composed of 6 separate folded pieces of paper.
each piece had to be an exact square to be folded correctly.
i also happened to find this old collection of photography books with perfectly square pages.
my professor handed me the one entitled “special problems” -
he said, “here, this is perfect for you.”
quickly, the project (as well as the rest of the semester) became about the tension of perfection:
the great intensity between wanting to create and wanting it to only be good.