In my youth as an artist I was obsessed with perfection and I would meticulously use my pens and paints to make flawless images. A little blip, drip or imperfect line would drive me mad. With the arrival of digitally created images and the use of computers this became meaningless to me and I now embrace and love the imperfections or idiosyncrasies that come from using real art supplies to create an image. This is a perfect example of how at first I was disappointed that the paint did not go exactly where and how I wanted it to. As I sat with this image it grew on me and now I think it is a lovely piece of handmade art made better by its flaws.