Have you ever stood in front of the easel…the cutting board…the lathe; sat in front of the word processor…the lined notepad…the typewriter, or kneeled in front of a flowerbed & longed to really step out, break the mold, do something completely,...
Perfectionism has defined me for much of my life. It lurked behind the endless hours spent studying & later, working; behind the good grades & later, the promotions. I’ve been called a perfectionist by teachers, bosses, co-workers, friends & family....
At the beginning of my first drawing lesson, the art instructor sat down at the bench & demonstrated how to begin a drawing of the fruit & bottle arranged on the shelf in front of us. I was amazed to see him searching for the correct lines as he worked...
