Further proof, as if proof were needed, of my utter insanity: I...

Further proof, as if proof were needed, of my utter insanity: I spent hours and hours cutting a tall ship out. I selected and refined and selected and refined and painted and refined again and again to make sure I caught every rope and rivet. I then shrank it down to a dot and placed it in the shadows so that none of my hard work was visible.

I then did the same with individual grains of sand on the footprints.

Why? Well for a few reasons.

First, I want to make everything better than it needs to be.

Secondly, I like to unleash my inner Kubrick. I respect Steve Jobs’ quality control ethic. I like the concept of “insanely good”.

Whether or not I ever attain “good” is, of course, not the point. The point is to aim at it.

Plus, the hubristic voice in my head will not let me count out the possibility that my images might, one day, need to be blown up much larger. When parts of your image that are a millimeter in size on your iPad are suddenly blown up to the size of your head, the corners you cut will shame you.

I will regret later the time I don’t spend on getting the details right. God - by which is meant the good stuff, the magic, the quality, the thing that makes life worthwhile, the thing that redeems us - is in the details.

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