Imperfection must be loved. This is not the same old discourse about defending diversity – this is about the peculiarity of how beauty is perceived.
How many technically flawless illustrators are there in the world? Millions. The internet is constantly spammed with hyper-realistic drawings that may leave us speechless at first sight but will soon be forgotten by the next day. Perfect photographic drawings of a bean can. What do they tell us, what will they leave behind? In fact, nothing.
We have always fallen in love with other people’s details: they were like tiny treasures to us, we have always thought – perhaps arrogantly – we were the only one to see and appreciate them. To others, they were imperfections.
Imperfection is peculiarity, uniqueness, the human trait. It means wanting to convey something despite one’s own technical limits, despite oneself. If the content is more important, the form subdues to the feeling. Beauty, real, deep, long-lasting beauty, is hidden behind the apparent imperfections.