Once upon a time, perfectionism didn't seem so bad. It had a good reputation, after all. "Practice makes perfect," we heard.
As a young person, I pursued thought experiments to what I believed to be the logical end -- or as close as I could get before inevitably hurting myself. The pursuit of perfect was the thing that nearly killed me.
If I didn't perfectly arrange my errands to drive the minimum of miles and accomplish all that I had to, I would feel terrible. I pursued efficiency with the zeal of people who lose their humanity. It was a friend who reflected to me that I was hurting myself -- and so, by extension, I was hurting people around me by holding an expectation that they, too, drive themselves to seek and practice towards perfection.
The "logical conclusion" of being a naturally flawed human being trying to achieve Perfection is disappointment, disillusionment, and despair.
So, it was a godsend to learn of the aesthetic principle known as wabi sabi. I am only lightly informed about the origin or history and cannot be construed as a fundamentalist about it or any other theories, art or otherwise. What I am fundamentally committed to is doing my best, without hurting myself. I have been living in this forgiving and patient understanding for several years now, and it has made me more forgiving and patient with others in their own humanity and inherent flaws.
The quality controls for the products and services that Grit Photo Art LLC will always maintain will be held to the level of doing our best, without hurting ourselves. No further warranty can be made.
Vivi Vega is an expat of the United States. She now calls Dallas, Texas home and has a funny story about her first practical use of y'all.