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The inspiration for this one is pretty clear. My 9-5 job feels like a cage I keep coming back to. The graveyard in the background and references to time and death are pretty self-explanatory. And I can't get out of my head for the whole damn shift how Britney calls me bitch.

I'm happy to come back to drawing and building this site. But I feel like I need to justify myself to not feel like this strip is bulshit, as I'm not entirely proud about the result.

I myself know better than anyone that I always strive to make the most out of the lowest effort. To some degree I believe that's smart thinking. But I can tell I stuck to a simple idea and an attainable goal, and I executed exactly what I wanted to. I made a stylistic choice that could coexist with my laziness.

There are so many times that I've got ideas, very specific images that I wanted to materialize but I just lacked the skills, time or willpower to do so. In the end I'd adapt the concept to what my limits allowed me to. But sometimes even the concept would get lost and I'd just end up drawing whatever. Or not drawing at all.

Sometimes you may think big. You may use those ideas as motivation to get better, to keep learning, etc. But sometimes existing is enough and keeping things simple means keeping the bulshit at its minimum and making an idea feasible and enjoyable right now, while maybe building a foundation for something greater.

I find this voluntary rejection to perfectionism liberating. What I fear is crossing the line of just making outright objectively uninteresting conformist ugly shit under that premise, drown in literal mediocrity and not even realising it.

Did I cross it yet?

Thanks for reading

2024-08-24

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