I have extreme painting dysmorphic syndrome today. I haven't posted in 2 days. I could do a painting in one day before I got accepted, now, nothing is working out. I can't stand anything I do. The idiot voice is screaming in my head. My husband assures me this is ready for prime time, and I'm just freaking out. This too shall pass. I heartily disagree, but I'm sure he's right. I will get a new start tomorrow. What I am not doing is quitting!! The idiot voice will not keep me down, it's just a figment of my imagination, like everything in this world.