The Next One

I remember once hearing a story about an artist who was asked which of his paintings was his favorite, and he replied, "The next one." Yeah, it's always the next one, isn't it? We pour all of our hope and dreams into our next creation, and inevitably, it falls short of our elevated expectations. I don't know how to avoid that. What I see in my mind is so much more glorious than anything I can make manifest in real life. I wish I could close the gap between the two, but I don't know if it's possible. Has anyone ever been able to create exactly what they intended?