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I  didn't  do  Enough



Why do we as humans doubt ourselves?

Why is it never good enough?

I know people can hear this voice in the back of there head, I hear him to.  As a maker I hear this voice when a creation is finished, when people can criticise my work. In this piece I already express my own insecure feelings. I created a trophy a “happy object” to celebrate with. For me this trophy is a celebration of the moment I accepted that little demon in the back of my head 

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