While I’m sinking in this sea of doubts I keep wondering what perfection is, how does it look like and most important do I really want to know all this? After all, it’s just curiosity but as you know, sometimes curiosity kills the cat. That is why I am into this imperfectly perfect things, things with flaws. I want to see the bad part, I actually want to sufer, to hear criticism, to feel the pain, to struggle to understand things that aren’t ment to be because the truth is that there’s nothing perfect in this world and you got to go trough all this to see the good in everything.
I erased many sketches, I riped many drawings, I have paintings with imperfections that are haunting me as an artist and I can’t quite figure out how to improve them but I have no regrets because I see all these as a lesson. A lesson that will get in my subconscious involuntary and it will teach me that every mistake is actually a big step forward if you know how to take it.
So it’s simple! I found my answer: Perfection is a big wall build with bricks of imperfection!