A dozen years back, I was in a relationship with a graphic designer. Which is not surprising — all my true long-term relationships have been with graphic designers. Considering how they’ve turned out, let us hope I’ve learned my lesson and will start dating women from some other occupation.
But that’s neither here nor there nor around the corner. With her being a designer, we naturally talked about design occasionally. One evening, I was making some remarks about something I was working on for my own use, a flier for some event or another, and how I was trying to get just the right balance on it. She right away suggested I do a series of designs and pick out the one I liked best. ‘Don’t you do variations on a theme?’ she asked.
And you know what? I don’t. I have in my mind the ‘perfect’ version of things and I’ll keep chipping away and changing until I get it. Why would I turn out several versions when only would be right? It would only confuse things!
I guess that says something about me. Exactly what, I’m not sure. I will admit that I can put on different personas as a musician and do different versions of a song — the folky ‘old time’ piece I sing tonight might come back tomorrow as a Calypso song. I think I consider those separate works, though, and would search for the perfect version of each.
I don’t know what this bit of musing means and I’m not going to worry myself about it. I’ll just go ahead and post it — after all, there isn’t any other version.