Some days I spend an innordinate amount of time trying to perfect a design. I wrestle with the tinest details, go over it again and again, iterate, and try to get it to a point where I’m happy with it.
Then I sleep on it, and in the cold light of the morning have a strong sense of the things I can do to make it better. Something about sleep separates me from my work, helps me to see it from an outside perspective and critically evaluate how it can be improved.
Also, I drew what I thought was the perfect illustration last night, and this morning it looks like absolute chaos; and not in a good way.