To require perfection is to invite paralysis. — David Bayles, Art and Fear: Observations on the Perils (and Rewards) of Artmaking
To require perfection is to invite paralysis. — David Bayles, Art and Fear: Observations on the Perils (and Rewards) of Artmaking
To require perfection is to invite paralysis. — David Bayles, Art and Fear: Observations on the Perils (and Rewards) of Artmaking
To require perfection is to invite paralysis. — David Bayles, Art and Fear: Observations on the Perils (and Rewards) of Artmaking
To require perfection is to invite paralysis. — David Bayles, Art and Fear: Observations on the Perils (and Rewards) of Artmaking
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To require perfection is to invite paralysis.

— David Bayles, Art and Fear: Observations on the Perils (and Rewards) of Artmaking
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