There’s a great drawing by Picasso that I don’t remember the name of, but it’s a nude. Four strokes of a pencil, very simple lines, and there it is: a naked butt. That’s how I like to do description.
Only, my readers keep telling me they want more. In writing terms, it’s call white room syndrome. It’s no coincidence that terms that describe writing come straight out of psychiatry. Yet I know, when I’m reading, if the description goes on for more than a medium-long sentence, I start skipping ahead. Maybe it’s idiosyncratic.