i get picky about the little things in my art. little things like angles. and whether or not they are pleasing to me (as if one can derive pleasure from an angle). the most vexing thing to me is a triangle. its grace, and perfection. its appeal, the golden ratio. all of it, keeps me awake at night as to how i can solve these and other problems of slope and rise. colors pallates not so much. these solutions come more naturally to me. its instinct and intuition. where as the angles i am so more inclined to allow them to fall into fates hands. but maybe i can control it?