I do not consider these ‘great art’ by any means. They are nothing like the transcendent visions of my imagination. This was perhaps my biggest hurdle — the recognition that translating my inner visions to finished films is tough.
- Jake Lodwick, on his Odwick.com video series
One of my favorite comics is a Shoe strip. (Yes, that Shoe.) In it, the main bird-thing (the one with the smoking jacket and glasses) is sitting at his typewriter, preparing to write. In the thought bubble over his head, there’s a glorious, gilded “A”. Ready to share his vision with the world, he hits a key on the typewriter. A plain, boring 12 pt Helvetica “A” appears on the page.
So yeah, that’s kind of the beauty and the tragedy of the creative process. It’s easy to be a genius inside one’s own head. But for all the boundless limit of imagination, we share with others through the medium of the real world.
Also, when it comes to meditations on creative insecurities involving anthropomorphic birds, this strip is a close second:
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