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dreams from the night before.
First I write down whatever plot-lines I remember, then I start drawing any images that come out of that. Eventually I started getting more into it— coloring them, etc. Now? I have a full-blown addiction. To drawing. With magic markers. And white out. And nail polish. Glitter pens… Stickers of ponies… It doesn’t really matter to me as long as it looks cool.
I start them in black Papermate Flair® felt-tip pens, and then switch over to the magic markers, etc. for color. Since I draw in pen, mistakes can be a problem- so I use USPS Priority Mail address labels to cover over any mistakes. (They’re free! And plentiful!) I tried using the white-out but the magic markers don’t work on top of white-out. They hate it. White-out is their kryptonite. And all of the above could not be done without the aid of an entire pot of strong black tea.
Oftentimes the elements I love the most in these drawings came out of a mistake or an accident of some kind that I’d tried to correct, only to wind up surrendering to it’s bossy-boots direction by kind of “going with it.” It’s WRONGNESS would open up some possibility that my “thinking” brain was blind to. Like an annoying kid who keeps tugging at your pant-leg begging you to look at something.
If there is something like “G-d”, I don’t think G-d is IN those mistakes. I think G-d IS those mistakes.
(I think I accidentally paraphrased a Leonard Cohen song just now. Sorry Leonard. My mistake*. But don’t blame me. Blame G-d.)
*The author acknowledges the dated nature of this phrase. If the reader is under 30, please replace “my mistake” with “my BAD.” It just didn’t seem right to say “If there is something like “G-d”, I don’t think G-d is IN the BAD. I think G-d IS the BAD.”