The New Yorker,
June 27, 2011 Adam Gopnik, “What I learned when I learned to Draw,” p. 60.
When I read the quotes below from the Gopnik article, I thought they applied as much to writing as they do to drawing.
Looking at these beautiful drawings, I now realized that
they were not found visions or lines of poetry: they were made of tacit
compromises between agreed-on fictions and hard-sought facts.
A drawing was a surface of minute claims and compromises and
clichés—some places where the received or even idealized wisdom was argued out
and a new truth arrived at.