As a beginner, you learn and memorize the basics.
As an intermediate, you experiment, inject fresh energy into sketching and exploring outside the basic parameters.
As a master, you have returned to basics but with a unique perspective, your added experience to the narrative.
The story goes that after Wittgenstein published his monumental theoretical treatise on theory - the Tractatus Philosophicus - he became a gardener, or elementary school teacher, maybe both, I can’t remember.
But the point of the story, as I interpret it, is that the road of intellectual labor leads back to simplicity, and that is a comforting thought, also very Japanese, Zen-like.
I feel like the more experiences I get, and the more experiences I learn of from other people, the less the world makes sense. The more I sit alone stuck in the echo chamber of my skull’s interior, the more experiences I can easily discount and ignore.
I don’t think anything about the world is simple or easy to understand, and I get worried when I start thinking that I have life boiled down to a few simple rules
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As a beginner, you learn and memorize the basics.
As an intermediate, you experiment, inject fresh energy into sketching and exploring outside the basic parameters.
As a master, you have returned to basics but with a unique perspective, your added experience to the narrative.
It’s quite beautiful.
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The story goes that after Wittgenstein published his monumental theoretical treatise on theory - the Tractatus Philosophicus - he became a gardener, or elementary school teacher, maybe both, I can’t remember.
But the point of the story, as I interpret it, is that the road of intellectual labor leads back to simplicity, and that is a comforting thought, also very Japanese, Zen-like.
Perfectly valid interpretation :)
That was my take as well.
I feel like the more experiences I get, and the more experiences I learn of from other people, the less the world makes sense. The more I sit alone stuck in the echo chamber of my skull’s interior, the more experiences I can easily discount and ignore.
I don’t think anything about the world is simple or easy to understand, and I get worried when I start thinking that I have life boiled down to a few simple rules