When I was a little (mean?) kid I knocked over an ant hill, I was fascinated that the ants kept at it to rebuild their home that I ruthlessly destroyed. I gave up because I they outdid me in perseverance.
Even though nothing is destroying my artwork but my own self doubt, keep going though, like those ants. It's worth the effort, especially when toward the completion it's all coming together. What's really difficult is saying goodbye to the project and starting all over again.
I liken it to cleaning out closets, but worth it to start to see the beginning of something worth completing. After all, I have those little ants as inspiration.

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