Critter Comix Week 4 !

I hate drawing

I have something to confess: I kind of hate drawing. There, I said it. Not in the “I’m quitting art forever” way, but in the “why is this so hard and why do I keep doing it anyway” way. Every time I sit down to draw, my brain’s like, This will be fun! and five minutes later I’m hunched over, furious at a hand that looks like a deflated balloon. It’s a cruel cycle: frustration, minor breakthrough, false hope, more frustration.

The irony, of course, is that I run this comic. You’d think that means I love drawing. I do, sometimes, but nowadays, sitting down to draw almost elicits a trauma response. Every week I wonder if there’s a way to make a comic without, you know… drawing it. Still waiting for science to catch up on that one.

On a completely unrelated note, I’ve been really into fish lately. Like, genuinely fascinated. They’re so weird and peaceful and just there. No deadlines, no anatomy errors, no existential crises over line art—just glub glub, minding their business. Maybe that’s the energy I need to channel. Less tortured artist, more multicolored fish pond serenity.

Anyway, this week’s comic might be born out of mild artistic resentment, but who knows, maybe that’s the secret ingredient. Great art often comes from pain… and apparently, a growing appreciation for aquatic life.