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quality work and striving to make a significant impact with
E D I T É U one
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S
my work
day.
I possess a strong eye for detail which
on a negative side my work could take a little bit longer to
finish because I want it to be perfect, also knowing, there
is no such thing as perfect. Sometimes I mess up because
of that little thing I wanted to fix that was bothering me,
only to realize I should’ve left it the way it was. Whereas
through Design or Digital Art I can just undo with a touch
of a button, with a piece of painted art I don’t just have a
button, I have to wait a little longer before I can fix it again.
Such is life, you cannot just undo, you have to wait for the
right moment for it to be fixed, yet it’ll never be as perfect
as the first time you had it, just knowing that you can only
move forward by working to improve it from there on.
W H AT K E E P S YO U M OT I VAT E D TO
C R E AT E N E W P I E C E S ?
LIFE keeps me motivated. For everything in this journey of
life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the
wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is
fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt
there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility;
for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears
there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for
the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honour
there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of
keeping.
We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay
in the air if there is a balance. Two beautiful wings are perfec-
tion. There is a generation of people who idealize perfection
as the existence of only one of these wings every time. But I
see that a bird with one wing is imperfect. An angel with one
wing is imperfect. A butterfly with one wing is dead. So this
generation of people strive to always cut off the other wing
in the hopes of embodying their ideal of perfection, and in
doing so, have created a crippled race. I’ve come to love the
things in life, not by finding something perfect, but by learn-
ing to see something imperfect, perfectly.
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