90: Unsatisfactory Ending

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So today I walked into one of the many rooms in my rental that's still a pile of boxes and unorganized stuff waiting for a home to find my son gleefully smashing one of my favorite sculptures to pieces. I made a noise of horror sufficient enough that he panicked and ran over to hide behind my legs fearing there was something truly dangerous in the room. I am reminded of the difference between my other art love, ceramic sculpture, and this one, sequential art. With ceramics, while the materials are cheap, you need to have access to a kiln, preferable in your home and a ceramics supply store. Your creation has to dry at least a week and it ends up being more like a month as you wait to have enough for a kiln load, then you have to glaze everything and fire it again. What you get is a gorgeous, ephemeral piece of art that technically could last forever, but it probably destined to be broken at some later date. I have been an incredibly prolific sculptress, which means having far more pieces than room. I can't count how many I've given away, sold or just accidentally broke. I love my sculptures, but I can't keep them all, heck, I can't keep most of them. Comics on the other hand are the opposite. While most of the process is in analog, the final product is digital. It's stored in three places (because according to my husband if it doesn't exist in three places, it doesn't exist at all), as well as the PDFs stored on the net in several places and the print copies. It would actually take work to destroy my cartoon art, like a lot of work. I can take it with me wherever I go and it takes up minimal space. I can pass the print copies onto my children, my grandchildren and as long as I make sure to update my file format, it could conceivably last for the entire run of our civilization. Best of all, my innocent children can't accidentally destroy it because it makes a fun noise when you throw it on the ground...