First of all, when I feel the artistic impulse coming on, I lock myself into one of these specially designed isolation chambers where I begin communing with the muse of inspiration. Here you can see some of the tanks, tended by a few of my servants.

Though the isolation tanks may appear somewhat forbidding from the outside, the insides are comfortably furnished in an Ancient Greek Temple As Imagined By A Victorian Era British Artist theme. Here, attired accordingly, I prepare myself for the influx of inspiration by sprinkling a handful of Nacho Cheese Doritos onto the brazier, which is filled with smoldering drawings of failed artists who will never be as great as me.

After a week or two in the chamber communing with the muse, I emerge and present my idea for the new drawing to a small yet stern Tribunal of Elders, who will discuss the matter amongst themselves for a few days and decide if it is worthy of my rendering on paper. Here I am seen presenting to the tribunal the idea of: "a pencil sketch of a chubby dog, or wolf, sitting on a sofa just wearing socks".

The tribunal retire to their private chamber to discuss the matter, where they engage in the Pressing Together Of The Towels, one of the many divination methods by which they base their ultimate decision. In this case, my idea wins their approval, so proceed to page two and follow the rest of the saga!