If thereโs one thing I believe with all of my heart itโs this: nobody truly knows what theyโre doing when theyโre just starting out. Experimentation and iteration is the name of the game
@lorenischeap@TheVictorOkafor You have a point, but I still think there's another layer to this... For me, I know that most creatives simply lack execution power.
My take on this is long. Maybe I will just repost and tag you...
Welcome to the world of the flawed.
I watched a documentary on Leonardo da Vinci recently, and I kept waiting for the part where they talk about how great he was. The paintings, the inventions, the genius; You know the story they always tell.
But what got me was something else entirely. The man rarely finished anything.
The Last Supper took three years. His patrons were begging him. Writing letters. Threatening him. He would disappear for days, show up, stare at the wall, add one brushstroke, and leave again.
They genuinely thought something was wrong with him.
And thereโs the part nobody talks about - Leonardo was illegitimate. His mother abandoned him. He was barred from every professional institution in Florence.
The guilds, the academies, everything a talented young man was supposed to enter. The system looked at him and said no. Why? Because of who his parents were.
So he did something that changed history. He kinda stopped reading what other men had written and started looking at things directly. Birds. Water. The human body. He dissected over 30 corpses. Many of his moves were illegal, but whatever was driving the guy was too strong.
His notebooks were an absolute mess. Seven thousand pages. Written in mirror script so people couldn't steal his ideas. Jumping from how birds fly to how water moves to the architecture of the human heart - his mind was always on overdrive.
The most creative human being who ever lived.
His exclusion is what made him observe instead of repeat patterns. What If they had let him in, he probably would have learned what everyone else learned and produced what everyone else produced. The rejection forced him to see the world differently. The obsession kept him hungry for 67 years.
He died at 67 and his last words were an apology.
He said he had offended God because his work never reached the quality it should have.
The greatest of all time. Still felt like he wasn't enough.
Again, welcome to the world of the flawed.