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Though it's been the case for the whole of my creative life, I'm still stunned by how much of my process is simply tolerating the chaos of that process – assembling scenes and sequences here and there from fragments and shards and combining them, throwing them up in the air, etc etc – and not kowtowing to the overwhelming desire to organize too soon: a heathen's exercise in faith.
My inability to remember where I put the measuring tape is superhuman.
The great “been-wanting-to-get-to-this for a decade-plus comics organization, cataloging, and storing in a pretty manner” project that I’m (finally) going to do this winter has begun. Phase one, carry a bunch of bins full of comics down from the attic = complete.
