Every artist wants to create like a master. To have the perfection and the grandeur of a timeless piece.
But there isn’t a cult of masters.They don’t sit around and drink their own Kool-Aid.
They craft, they fume, they tantrum…they destroy.
Leonardo’s clay model horse was used as target practice by French archers until it was nothing but rubble. He was not able to cast it in bronze because the French invaded Italy and the bronze stash was instead used for casting cannon.
Perfection, like everything else, comes with a cost.
Many of the masterpieces you know of today, like Leonardo’s Salvator Mundi, have disputes as to whether they were actually made by the hands of the master, or done by an accomplished pupil and credited to the teacher.
Credit isn’t always shared…or given.
I’m not saying that you shouldn’t strive for greatness. I am saying, don’t expect to start there.
The stones of a marble statue don’t fall away out of fear of the chisel.
You need to grow into a graft. Without deep roots, the best you can hope for is to be a flash in the pan.
Be a force of nature. Earn your place, don’t rent the space temporarily.