It sucks to be a perfectionist.
When I meditate on next piece I see vast, enormous and breathtaking landscapes with unbelievable technologies and characters.
When I start to draw it seems that my arms grow straight from the ass because I can barely draw 10% of the picture in my head.
And it shouldn't be a problem cuz perfection comes with practice, but god damn, it's so hard to overcome this feeling of imperfection.