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One of my friends could draw a perfect motorcycle, just pick up a pen and with a few precise strokes make an ideal “hog” appear on the page, always the same and always exactly perfect. This excited something akin to envy in me and I tried to copy his drawing, but mine never came out right. The more I tried the further I got from perfection and after while my stuff didn’t come out as motorcycles at all; they morphed into airplanes or horses or naked ladies shooting flames from their eyes. It was intensely frustrating!
But one day, looking over my failures, it suddenly struck me that “always the same, always perfect”… is not what art is. In my flopping around I was doing something much more interesting. I struggled hard to understand the concept; my friend’s perfect bike was cool but it was a finite, hermetically sealed process. It could never grow into anything else or sneak through the backdoor of your head as I realized some of my drawings, flabby and imperfect as they were, had the power to do. That realization was what laid the foundation for my philosophy of art and it has stuck with me to this day.