Done Done It Again Again
Today’s post on stimulusresponse, “Hank’s House of Meat“, brings to mind a couple of aspects of doing this kind of stuff that I think about an awful lot. Things that one might go so far as to say torment me. My little agonies.
For one thing, it raised the ever present issues surrounding “getting things done”. With these sorts of ideas, which I tend to have just while wandering around town or whatever, there’s some kind of window during which I find them genuinely amusing. Then that window closes and I find them to be quite pathetic and/or upsettingly crap. Definitely not funny. I find the “Cult of Done Manifesto” kind of useful in that regard, reducible more or less to Nike’s “Just Do It”. But still, I’ve more than once found myself labouring over a drawing or comic that I no longer think is a good idea at all. What are you supposed to do? Do you go ahead, assuming that Past-You knew what they were doing when they asked you to make it; or do you trust Now-You who thinks it sucks? Conundrum.
The other thing this particular drawing raised is how stupidly hard drawing is and how it constantly defeats me and then kicks me in the gonads while I’m lying there weeping with my hands over my face. In this instance I’d wanted to draw one of those cool road-side signs with the replaceable letters and then a shack-like building next to it which would have been “Hank’s House of Meat”. The whole thing was meant to be more of a setting, rather than what I ended up with, which is just a sign. The problem was that I drew and redrew the first couple of lines of the shack about, oh, a thousand times. Undo, undo, undo. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t draw the shack. And if you can’t draw the shack, then that whole idea is screwed and you have to do it some other way, like the way I did it. But that’s not the way I wanted it to be. So.
In summary, finishing is hard, and drawing makes it harder. The end.