Final details, a finishing touch, depending on how you look at it.
Layers of inspiration, time between conception and completion.
It does not look how I thought it would before I began. It never may.
How will I know when it is done? Perception varies moment to moment.
I am still not sure. I doubt. I fuss. My confidence is not always there.
My art is an attempt to satisfy my curious creativity in whatever form.
I feel it is better to attempt to create than let all those ideas go to waste.
My restless soul will only allow so much. I am less patient with my self.
Patience is not a paradigm, neither pragmatic, nor practical. Neither is art.
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