I’ve been asked how my paintings, drawings or even notebook doodles have been done: “How did you do that?”. The answer is learn from my mistakes, but I usually pause and daydream before I provide an explanation.
I picture myself whipping up a masterpiece right out of bed without breaking a sweat. Then the fake background prop falls over and I look like a hack on my high-horse stage. I wish a swift stroke answered “how did”, the way that string of “you do that” sounds like a single movement. But it’s not one movement, it’s not even sequential movements; it’s a tangled process.