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Jun. 30th, 2024 06:32 pmthis is gonna sound absurdly hokey, but....
for context: i've always loathed the last 10% of a creative project; and i'm right in the middle of cleaning up a very fiddly, tedious comic. hate doesn't capture the annoyance. very rarely do i feel i 'learn' anything of value from it, and you can still usually capture the gist of a story/illustration from the 60%-100% ranges, so what's the point in that whole-ass 40% of sunk time?
but ever since i started thinking about creative projects as my children, of sorts, it's... helped me to recontextualize that.
(I'll never have biological kids due to a mix of medical and "would be emotionally neglectful even despite best attempts" reasons - i'm thankfully ok with that, parents are ok with that). but back to the artistic works -
why would i hamstring new works that i've spent a tremendous amount of love, energy, time on - just to toss them out into the world unprepared? without their best foot forward? adjusting the shoelaces on a little shit of a kid, lovingly re-correcting a stray line.... it's a confirmation of that affection.
for context: i've always loathed the last 10% of a creative project; and i'm right in the middle of cleaning up a very fiddly, tedious comic. hate doesn't capture the annoyance. very rarely do i feel i 'learn' anything of value from it, and you can still usually capture the gist of a story/illustration from the 60%-100% ranges, so what's the point in that whole-ass 40% of sunk time?
but ever since i started thinking about creative projects as my children, of sorts, it's... helped me to recontextualize that.
(I'll never have biological kids due to a mix of medical and "would be emotionally neglectful even despite best attempts" reasons - i'm thankfully ok with that, parents are ok with that). but back to the artistic works -
why would i hamstring new works that i've spent a tremendous amount of love, energy, time on - just to toss them out into the world unprepared? without their best foot forward? adjusting the shoelaces on a little shit of a kid, lovingly re-correcting a stray line.... it's a confirmation of that affection.