Let yourself off the hook about writing something perfect, says Lynne Hackles, and remember your work has its own value
I was trying to paint an abstract of the Tour de France. There was one on the wall of a café that I lusted after but the owner didn’t want to sell. I could see his picture as I began mine. It was in my head, my mind’s eye, and it was vivid and beautiful. Mine was going to be like that. Or was it?