staring contest...

the little, annoying-voiced perfectionist that lives inside me refuses to let me call a painting 'done' until every last inch of it has been scrutinized and wrestled with. people walk by and they don't see the mistakes or any of the small short-comings... but she sees them. and she won't let me rest until they've all been fixed. there's no such thing as "good enough" and there's definitely no such thing as "basically finished". whenever i let these phrases pop out of my mouth, the little, annoying-voiced perfectionist springs up and screams, "there is no such thing as basically finished! it's either finished or it isn't and it isn't! pull your head out of your ass and get back to work, stupid!" ha! yes, this is how i talk to myself during the late stages of a painting... stupid this and stupid that and lazy piece of shit and blah, blah, blah. not very nice but necessary. apparently, my little, annoying-voiced perfectionist shares a bed with a weepy masochist. hmmm.