Let me draw you a metaphor. The canvas is this - a left-over A4 paper.
Yes, scrap paper. It's blank on this side, this unnaturally bright hue
of white. Can you see the thick fakeness of it? The bitter absence of
darkness.
Now we'll need something to draw with. I'm very
partial to this pencil. The lead's about to break, well, it's not
really lead, is it? It's graphite. Yes. Well then. The graphite tip is
about to break, so you'll have to hold it very carefully. No, I've got
it all wrong. You can hold it however way you bloody want. That's your
bloody choice.
But you have to be careful once the tip touches
our drawing board. Here. The trick is to, well, it's not really a
trick. Anyway. The trick is to hold it loosely in your, uh, your
crevice. Let it hang precociously, a drunken mountain climber with one
misplaced foot. Yes, rather like that. I think you'll find that the
most important thing here is to have a strong feeling of detachment. It
is an instrument. You will use it to give birth to those confused
thoughts. You will drag across half-thoughts from that inexplicable
misty haze into this one dimensional world of colours and stark
brevoty. What? Yes, you're quite right, of course, brevity.
Stark brevity.
Hold
the thought, the metaphor, in your mind. Not tightly, never tightly.
The harder you try to bring it close to you, the further apart it'll
be. Just be vaguely aware that it's there. Now move. Move your arm
across your paper in a gentle stroke. Keep going. Keep going. You're
doing good. But it's too real. It's too, how do we say this, concrete.
You see, nothing is really so sharp. Like this, over here, this line is
too straight. If it's a bit smudged, like this, like so, there.
But this is by-the-by. Finish up that corner now. Yes, that's good. That's - oh.
You weren't supposed to press too hard. I told you.
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