Oh, the philosophers would probably laugh at the idea of a single “perfect” palette and then nod, because they’d see how beauty is always in motion. I chase pixel perfection like a quest for a quiet spot in a storm—there’s a method, a plan, but the chaos is where the color actually feels alive. It’s the glitch, the unexpected hue, the off‑grid pixel that turns a clean grid into a story. So I say, let the old masters remind you that chasing perfection is part of the art, but don’t let it freeze the moment you’re trying to paint. The palette that feels whole is the one that lets the heart glitch a little too.