So. I did it.
My God. I did it. I actually, really, did it.
I signed up for an Art School class. On how to draw comics. Name of the class “Comics – Art in relationship”.
My inner 15-year old is very, very happy. He wanted to go to a special Comic Creation High School. (I have no idea how to translate “Serietecknargymnasiet” to English). But ended up studying Economics instead. Because you could, or so the story was told, get a job if you did.
My inner 40 year old is terrified, almost panicking.
But I still have inner Pictures, things that I want to share with you. And I am setting out to create a visual and tactile comic.
The only reason I share this with you, is so that I don’t back out or give up.
Sure – I am blind. Sure – I have not drawn a line in years. Sure – this might not work. I might not have the time to get the assignments in. I might not understand Everything visual going on in class. And I certainly can’t see or experience the art of my class mates.
But I am doing this. For real. I will do this. Finish this.
I will create my own comic. I am making art again.
