in which I am happy with my work …

Since I started getting back into painting regularly, I’ve been obsessed with perfection. Like, if I got even the tiniest bit “wrong,” I would get frustrated and toss the painting or drawing or whatever it was. And “wrong” was always pretty arbitrary; sometimes it was perspective, and other times it was a slightly different color that I didn’t intend.

My most recent piece was almost another piece of watercolor paper in the trash.

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