This morning, I realised, something new…. that art is not about something that is perfect.  As a child I would try to draw a picture, but I wanted it to be a good representation of what it was supposed to be. As I grew up, that requirement of it being a particular standard never diminished, but grew so it now it needed to be beautiful, it needed to be clear, it needed a ‘wow’ factor, it needed to be perfect! But in my eyes it never was beautiful,  it looked awkward and it was...