Second drafts

I repainted one of my comics for a book. It took me ages, but it was fun. I love watercolor. I thought it was insipid when I was growing up – something that old ladies did, immortalising their nosegays or their cataract-blurred sea views – but now I appreciate it for its immediacy and its transparency. I can draw in ink, and then splash colours over it, not worrying if I go over the lines. I was never any good at colouring in as a child. I was too impatient, and my felt tip would always lap over the picture rim. Anyway, this process gave me some hope, like I could possibly pick out the best of my comics and make them into a book of sorts. Like they won’t always be stuck in uncomfortable first draft land.