there's all kinds of red-headed women that i ain't supposed to kiss

Okay, just thinkin' out loud here. If your perfectionism outweighs (so to speak) your talent, where does that leave you?

Say Monet painted the waterlilies, and then thought "DAMN it, this SUCKS." (I mean, thought, "Ça, c'est MERDE.") He'd just have torn up the canvas and tossed it, right?

How often must that sort of thing have happened? How many potentially kickass artists (of any stripe, not just Frenchy paint-slingers) have given up before they really started, not because their work wasn't good enough for other people, but because it wasn't good enough for themselves?

Maybe zero. Just an insomniatic thought.