not knowing how to do it

just somehow and for no special reason remembered how i thought about artists when i was small.
my mom would take me to museums every once in a while and i remember how i would often think that painters were people who didn´t know how to paint and that´s why they became artists.
it´s really strange that today my opinion hasn´t even changed so much, although my respect certainly has. not knowing how to do something correctly, not being able to do it the right way means knowing too much.
a series of failures as a series of inventions.