"My eyes were starting to lose focus. It was 2:00 in the morning. My hands were coated with pastel dust. An inch of cold coffee sat in the mug next to me.
I stared at the drawing I’d been working on. I took a step back and tried squinting, then I moved in close and looked at the details.
Was I done?
It’s the question that haunted every first-year art student. It kept us up late adding, adding, adding layers of complexity to our pieces, sometimes to our detriment."