I feel like I’m all over the place and getting nowhere at the same time. I’m drawing this griffin again for a page of comic art that’s coming out in a month or so. The project is for MIT. It’s frustrating because the art was done once already, but I realized I did a lot of it incorrectly and had to redo it. It looks great, but it is one page out of a huge sum of pages that needs to be done and it feels like it isn’t getting done. One feather. Then another. Then another.
Here is a story. I am imagining a boy or a young man – maybe a youthful scientist/isaac newton type. You know the kind. A dreamer. Twenty years old or so. He is staring up at the sky and he is wondering about the universe. He is thinking, “Where do we come from?”, “Why am I here?”, etc. And then all of the sudden: BOOM!
He has an idea.
He runs into his house and he writes the idea down frantically. He is completely inspired and he sees connections to things in his life that he never thought were possible. His life’s purpose, now, is to get this idea – the most important idea of his life – out of his head and onto a piece of paper. It is so immense, however, that he is only able to get a sliver of the idea down. It’ll have to do for now though because he needs a record of it. After all, this is the just the beginning. He will be working to realize this idea for the rest of his life.
And ten years pass.