I read recently that when interviewed about his classic painting, Nighthawks, Edward Hopper was asked about the lack of visible exit. “Dammit,” he responded. “I did it again…”
I have no way of knowing if this is true, as I’ve been unable to corroborate the story. Regardless, I love the way this illustrates how much of art is an accident.
Art is a both spiritual and psychological exercise. If we don’t hold too tight to our notions of what something should be, we create the space for accidental transcendence.
Real creativity is an act of surrender, a process of letting go and allowing the work to become what it’s going to be.