No good work what ever can be perfect, and the demand for perfection is always a sign of a misunderstanding of the ends of art.My goal every time I sit down to sew a quilt is to achieve perfection, as instilled in me by my mother. Any error along the way can sometimes lead to major flaws at the end, as I have experienced numerous times myself. However, what often attracts me to quilts of old are the slight flaws; the evidence that a human hand crafted that piece of art. So, while I still strive for perfection each time I sit down to sew, I am now better able to embrace my imperfections, knowing that I am actually attempting to create a piece of art; evidence of an imperfect human striving to create something beautiful.