Last Sunday, I visited one of the windows I created a couple of years ago. My patron is requesting a companion piece.
After completion of almost every window I create, I find areas that I wish I had spent more time on, but not this one. Standing there on a short step ladder, I can inspect every line and color as if I were holding the window in my hands; I could not find anything that I would change.
I don’t recall this ever happening before in my fifty-three years of exploring my craft.
As I grow older and commissions become easier to come by, it has become my practice to spend more time studying my work before considering it finished. My perfectionist attitude is a luxury that emerged later in life when my accumulated knowledge and skills were nurtured with greater financial compensation for my work.