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Perfectly Imperfect

Things don't necessarily need to be flawless to be perfect.


Even though I don’t consider myself to be a perfectionist, I’ve learned that others hold a different view. My daughter has admonished me for it, my mother has teased me about it, and when the instructor of my clay class said there’s one in every group, all eyes turned toward me.

Two things should be pointed out from the start: 1. This tendency, which I will grudgingly admit may (does) indeed exist, extends only to professional and creative endeavors (as those who have observed my housekeeping efforts may attest); and 2. I do not hold anyone else to such exacting standards. Really, I don’t even expect perfection from myself, but it usually is my goal.

Armed with this knowledge, I have been proactively pursuing a plan to pocket my penchant for perfection. I’m also attempting to alleviate alliteration, but that’s another story.

It was with my perfectionism-reducing agenda in mind that I set out last week to make a ceramic tray for a lotion dispenser. I had a rough notion of what I wanted to do, but didn’t take any measurements or create a template for the project. My idea was to craft a rectangular tile with a circular indentation at one end for the base of the bottle to sit in, while the spout perched over the tray so any drips would wind up on the lotion stand and not on the bathroom counter. It didn’t need to be perfect, just functional.

I knew exactly what needed to be done and confidently set about doing it. The clay had a different notion. Oh, I rolled out two slabs just fine, cut a circle in one, stacked them one atop the other to form a single thick tile with an indentation, and worked the clay to make sure it adhered properly. But when I cut it into a rectangle, forcing the clay to conform to my rigid specification for shape, everything started to go wonky. The sides tilted all over the place and the circle started to collapse after shifting into something, well, not circular.

The clay was telling me to let go, to allow it to take the lead, and after struggling for half an hour, I gave in to it.

“OK, you win,” I admitted, balling up the mess and starting over.

The result was wonderful. This time, the clay cooperated. The work went quickly and was almost effortless. When time came to form the final shape, I knew better than to impose my ideas; instead, I let my hand flow to create a rough oval, something rather resembling a peanut. Without conscious thought, I scored an uneven crosshatch design into the surface with a potter’s needle to complete the unplanned aspect of it.

Making a piece so organic, so visceral, so perfectly imperfect, felt incredibly liberating. I was sure it was a sign to trust my instincts, cede a bit of control, and just let things happen sometimes — until...

My tray blew up in the kiln.

Yep, it exploded into a million little pieces — well, maybe not a million, but it’s a catchy phrase, eh? That had never happened to me before.

Surely some deep symbolism must be at play here. What could it mean, that the first time I really, truly let go and didn’t strive for perfection was also the first time my work was utterly destroyed?

I don’t know, and have no intention of over-thinking it. I’m just going to remember how it felt to create with abandon, confident enough in my abilities to follow my instincts rather than second-guessing them, and try to do that more often.

Instead of always striving for my work to be perfect, sometimes I’ll accept it as perfectly imperfect — for that may be the most satisfying kind of perfection there is.

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Cover photo: My lotion stand, may it rest in pieces.
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