Yes, I like things perfect. I have always admitted the contrary. No, not me, I'm laid back....
I'm full of sh*t. I struggle endlessly with my art because I have an inner critic. Who is it? My mother, father, professor from art school--I don't know. But whoever the entity, he or she is there and they screw everything up.
I don't think you ever make great art until you are free of this. I don't think you're every really happy until you're free of this...
Learning....
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