White Peonies and Your Practice is Someone's Perfect

My dear friend @rosalindclarkeart  sent me this stunning painting of dainty white Peonies laid against a bold violet backdrop, one of many paintings in a series that she calls her "daily practice."

As I follow her "daily practice" journey with doting fascination, I finally had to declare my unprofessional opinion, "Rosalind, I don't know why you keep calling these practice.  To me, they're perfect."

They say "practice makes perfect," and I don't know who has the authority to draw the line in the sand that separates "practice" from "perfect" when it comes to art. And honestly, I never want to hold that arbitrary power in a society obsessed with artificial status. 

For me, when I decipher what piece of art I want to curate for my collection, I simply heed the timeless guidance of the French romantics' Eugène Delacroix: “The first virtue of a painting is to be a feast for the eyes.”

And Rosalind's painting is a feast for my eyes, and your "practice" is most likely someone's "perfect."