In the end, they are all about that live wire that runs from the creator to you, I think. That copper wire, that line, the ping, the mark, the sound, the feeling: that proves you are not alone. This awful, brilliant and hilarious stream of human experience is a shared one.
My friend the famous artist and I were mulling over this today at lunch. She has great plans afoot to make a sort of visual book of her work, using these forms. I can’t wait, Ros. For my part, I resolve – eh, again – to give myself a deadline. Please! No eye-rolling. I am going to do the drawing diary, one a day. And a comic (*girding loins, (wo)manfully*), one a month.
Happy 2012 all who happen here. May it be good to you.