28 pancakes later…

wednesday arrives, but that does not make it right.

personal identity is confusing.  i know i am confused about it every day.  so much of what we want and who we are is made up of a desire to be like other people, or to accomplish similar things as other people.  it seems strange, though.

this happens with art.  my particular experience is with comics and music, but it also applies to every other thing ever.  i feel like the joy of creation is often pushed aside to make something that will “appeal to a broad audience,” or something that will otherwise benefit the creator in a material way.  i did not start out making comics with that goal, but i have lapsed from time to time into a place where i have gone out of my way to try to make something that resembled something some other person has made.

they are not the funniest comics, maybe, but ones like this make me feel like i am not repeating myself or rehashing someone else’s concept of humor and art or their interpretation of a human experience.

do you find yourself trying to draw or sing or exist in a way that resembles someone else?  do you notice when it is happening?  do you care?  it might not actually be very important, but sometimes i feel like being authentically you is the most important thing you can do.