What could you accomplish in sixty hours?

In my senior year of high school, my art teacher gave us a big final project before our end-of-year gallery: the Sixty Hour Project. The assignment was as simple as it could be. You just had to spend 60 hours on an art project and present it to the class. There was no real way the hour count could be enforced, so you just had to log what you spent the time on in a sketchbook and from there it was the honor system. Under the assumption that we were probably spending way less than sixty hours per class assignment before this point, the goal was for you to push yourself into making something more ambitious than you had before. Something you could be proud of. As with most opportunities, I completely fumbled this. And then I somehow fumbled it a second time later in life, just for good measure. I. My teacher was extremely clear with his clarifications to the class, and again to me privately: You do not need to spend 60 hours on a singular painting or sculpture or whatever. The time could…