I like the look of something that is not overcooked. I love the look of something that has not been thought out more than necessary, whether in fashion, or in other art. The perfectionism still exists, but never neurotically so.
Yesterday I visited the Yale University Art Gallery, where I enjoyed these underdone pieces:
Georges Seurat | Black Cow in a Meadow | ca. 1881
John Singer Sargent | Still Life with Daffodils | ca. 1885-1895
Piet Mondrian | By the Sea | 1909
Sylvia Plimack Mangold | Valence with Grey Cloud | 1982
All images: Yale University Art Gallery