I don’t measure success by what works.
I measure it by how much I was willing to let fail.
Most people are trying to avoid mistakes.
I’m trying to make better ones.
Because the moment you aim for a “good result,” you start protecting it.
You play safer. You repeat yourself. You stop seeing what’s actually in front of you.
That’s where the work dies.
The paintings I trust most came from pushing past that point.
When it was already off. Already uncomfortable. Already “wrong.”
And instead of fixing it… I stayed with it.
Most of it collapses. Good.
Because what survives that process isn’t careful. It isn’t designed to please.
It’s real.
If you need the outcome to be right, you’ll never go far enough to find anything interesting.
So I don’t chase success.
I remove the need for it.