let the work speak its own praise ...
I don't know about anybody else, but I'd like to think that the work I do makes a difference ... or, at the very least, is noticed by somebody.
I guess that's why the inscription on an ancient, ornate desk displayed in the South Australian Art Gallery wouldn't leave me alone.
"LET THE WORK SPEAK IT'S OWN PRAISE"
I didn't have the presence of mind to read up on the info published next to it (duh!) ... but as I walked away numerous questions emerged in my over-active and under-utilised brain ... Who made the desk? Who sat at it? How did it arrive to be where it is? What is the work? What is the alternative to the instruction? Who hears the praise? Who receives it? ...
The simple statement cuts to the heart of my propensity to endlessly justify and shamelessly promote the work I do ... and challenges me to allow the work I do to 'just be' ... and to trust that the outcome of that work will, in the right time and in the right way, reveal the true value of the workmanship.
It also helps me consider the work that I am, and my role in "speaking praise" ... and, whether I'm placed in a public gallery or in a small dimly-lit cubicle, my Designer's workmanship would resound with a clarity that can't be ignored.