Because I love history, and I believe in the weight of all those stories: thousands and thousands of beloved artists who started out mediocre.
The past is full of people who weren’t great, who were doing nothing of import, who made art that wouldn’t last. It’s spattered with people, too, who were the best and brightest — geniuses and visionaries.
In the end, history doesn’t care if you were part of the latter group or the former. History only cares if you were one of the ones who dared: that is brilliance, and anyone can shoot for it.