Lie on your back and watch the clouds. Nobody painted them, yet after a moment one turns into a whale, another into a face, a castle, a running dog. The picture was never in the cloud – it appeared because you were looking for it.

Alkemy is built around that moment. Instead of drawing exactly what you already have in your head, you throw down quick, loose, slightly unpredictable marks – mirrored, displaced by noise, repeated, shaped by the pressure and speed of your hand – and then look into them the way you look into clouds, until the dragon, the robot or the character hiding there shows itself.