My lecturers at art school taught us to let go and not be precious about our work, by setting us up with this homework task:
We had to do 50 to 100 very detailed drawings on A4 pieces of paper. We had a week to complete the task. At the end of the week we had to present all our drawing in class...then she made us rip every single drawing up. :( once we had ripped the drawings up, we had to take all the ripped up pieces and create a collage from them. It taught us not to be precious, but also that one can create from amazing artworks from something you think you had destroyed or messed up.
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I've done something along those lines before. There's a strange feeling of euphoria when you destroy something precious. Either that or I'm a psychopath deep down @_@
@midlet ;) I'd go with euphoria. Psychopaths are incapable of true emotion and artists need our emotions...learning to let go is amazing though and realizing you can create magic out of nothing is the greatest gift. Keep creating :)