Scrupulosity Comics

me: I think my Business Card is so cool and I am really excited about it as a goofy little piece of art

Bart: you know who else is obsessed with his business card

me: Patrick Bateman yeah

Bart: Patri-hey aren't you upset with yourself

me: because I made a business card I am going to kill people with an axe

Bart: I... well... hey, you're making it sound stupid on purpose

Well. Probably.

But also, consider: I’m a white and relatively privileged person whose OCD frequently centers around social justice topics. Profiting monetarily off of comedic art about it could theoretically be said to be making light of white guilt, or of pathologizing prosocial collectivist impulses. It’s one thing to make comics about it—there are certainly worse coping mechanisms, and some of my intrusive thoughts are definitely useless and absurd—but I don’t want to like. Commodify and profit from my own resistance to social justice.

but now I see another side to it: in the age of mechanically generated images, what is the value of drawing at any speed when a machine can crank out some bell-curved goop in seconds? If the meaning of "effort" and "creativity" is baked by computers why bother drawing at all?

I think the answer is that an experienced artist has their lifetime of drawing. the effort isnt visible from some nice quick drawing, but from everything they did to reach that point.

art isn't a object, it's an experience. creativity isn't a talent, it's a muscle.