there really isn’t when you think about it. everything you can do has been done and the individual draws on various sources until they appear as something new.

i read a lot of biographies and do a lot of research as i’ve often mentioned on here, you start realizing that this one artist you thought was so refreshingly new is just yesterday’s news in a compilation edition.

i’m no better though, i’m probably the worst. if you know everything i like, even a few things, you start to see that i truly lack indivuality. i’m an amalgam of everything i love, everyone i idolize…

we are all just recipes that work with varying degrees of success. i am the combination of some popular culture and a bit of cult phenomenons, there’s just not that much going on…for instance…

how i draw is just a bunch of comic creators. some old, some newer, sometimes just taking a line or two that they once did somewhere, but what is really mine? i don’t think anything.

how i write isn’t even my voice probably…my favourite books, shows, movies, etc combined into a strange, strange man…blogging for nobody but himself.

i guess that’s it for tonight, i’ve nothing else to share with the internet. i started this hours ago and just left it sitting there, staring me down hard, but now i shall wait until i have something else of actual importance to say…
…goodnight.

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