My artist ancestors watch me. They never had digital art in their lifetimes, so they are intrigued. I open a 2000x2000 canvas with a preset light grey background. They watch as i create weird coloured shapes on the canvas, and wonder 'What is he doing?'
They start to become disappointed as i continue to make rudimentary shapes with a tool that imitates acrylic on a brush. However, excitement courses through them as they become aware of what i am doing. Slowly, the shapes come together and start forming an image.
Applaud breaks out amongst them as i continue to paint digitally. They cheer me on as I reject all rules of art and neglect sketching, revision, and lining. They are proud to see their kin use his own rules and contort the norms of art. This is the meaning of art; to never do as they say.
Finally, I finish. I have a piece that could never have been created if i had obsessed over sketching and lining. Had i done either of those things, i would have abandoned the canvas like many before me.
They are wiping tears from their eyes as they hear me say;
"My masterpiece."