There’s been a coming to grips with the recognition of how I habitually overly connect with expectations. This isn’t a manifestation of perfectionism, it’s being intentionally (or unintentionally) put in a state of longing for an ideal.
Art is one of the few things that I feel that my longing for an ideal has been decoupled from expectations while still being coupled with decision making and judgment.
Perfection and beauty aren’t the necessary measure of art, confidence and authenticity more rightly take that place.
Zygote Blum 