Sometimes I find myself saying things like, “you know, it’s just a very physical process” or “my characters spoke to me”. Then I usually apologise to whoever I’m talking to. But in this case, it’s true.
The first time I used Photoshop was in 2004, when I used to make little 100×100 Harry Potter pictures for my personal website. People could download them and use them as their avatars on ICQ. Hardly anybody ever did. But pen and paper, that’s something else.
I’m just more comfortable working on a piece of paper. There’s something about the feeling of a thick permanent marker, a pair of scissors and a glue stick that make me feel right at home. Maybe it’s because my Mama was a primary school teacher; maybe it’s because I still wish I was in primary school. I don’t know.
What I do know is that I like cutting things out and sticking them on a piece of paper. I like to draw around them. I like to take them to the copiers in the university building and enlarge the images, cut out more things, scribble, draw, and copy again, until I’m done. And when am I done? Oh, I don’t know. When the ink blot looks like a butterfly. When the pen runs out. When the gig is three days away and the poster really needs to be finished.
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