“In 1992, I went to Amsterdam for the first time. This journey I had so longed to make was a kind of pilgrimage to me. I was dying to see the Potato Eaters. In front of this painting of mysterious fervour, the most deeply religious of all those I have seen, the true representation of the Holy Family, I suppressed the impulse to get down on my knees. I was afraid of drawing attention, like one of those eccentric tourist that wander about a cathedral in sunglasses and Bermuda shorts.
There are two words in Spanish: hervor, boiling, and fervor, fervour. In Galician there is only one: fervor. The glow from the boiling dish of potatoes ascends towards the faint lamp and lights up the faces of the peasant family, who contemplate the sacred food, the humble fruit of the earth, with fervour.”
I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.
So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.
Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.
Make your mistakes, next year and forever.