An artist friend of mine has a saying: “Spontaneity is the reward of preparation” Hang on a minute, I hear you protest: isn’t that a contradictory statement; surely the essence of spontaneity it’s very lack of premeditation? Afterall; our clichéd bohemian artist type thrives on languidly traipsing the unbeaten paths, unbound by the shackles of system and structure. But how…