Little by little I am letting the idea of perfection go. I shouldnt really complain about my mr. clean husband, I have this perfection addiction. When I first started art again I threw more art away than I can count. It was not pretty, it was not artistic, it sucked the big one, on and on. Now that I have been back doing this for awhile, it finally sunk into this head of mine that art is what I make it for me, and I am going to quote an overused quote (it is what it is). It is the way i feel, the way i see, and the way I want it to be. Hence the head hanging down around her neck , just in case you didnt get it. This is another page in my journal.