I don’t think anything is ever perfect. But then how do we define what is perfect? If I asked a room full of people what their idea of a perfect day would be, there would be as may answers as people. And that is great. With Instagram and Facebook giving viewers an insight into parts of other people’s lives, the parts that they feel are perfect, it does seem to have tipped into a world of defeatism and jealousy. I am not perfect, but that doesn’t matter. I try to be honest and kind, and that’s perfect for me.
And on that note , this is yesterdays print, another documentation of things in my work space.