Done, not perfect.
Perfection may be the impossible (if not unneeded) ideal that I’m moving towards. Realistically, it’s not the ideal of perfection that I’m after, but the thrust of the experience comes out of the practice of taking on new challenges and paying attention to the details of what works and what doesn’t. There was a tin of powdered charcoal tucked into the box of drawing supplies. The soft blacks that it offers is quickly apparent and the smudgy quality, (while it could be frustrating if I needed clean definition) lends itself to a haphazard feel.
Zygote Blum 