Yesterday I printed the letters that were going into the envelopes with illustrations I wrote about in my last post. I placed the A5 sized paper into the printer in what I thought was the correct way and pressed start. The text got printed on the wrong side, in landscape mode instead of portrait. Naturally.
Sigh, why do I always do this? Why can’t I ever do anything correctly and perfectly?
This is what I thought to myself. And it’s true. I never seem to get it just right. There is always a torn edge, a smudge, a stain, a mistake, a wonky line. A lost word or a letter in the wrong place. Always.
Then I thought, well I guess this is who I am. I am a wonky line and a smudge and a crinkled corner.
And I thought about how I have always loved being able to see artists through their work. Like actually see. As stains of ink, badly cut lines, Tipp-ex and washi tape corrections.
So I decided not to reprint but instead, trust that people who support my work and buy my art do so because of what I do and how I do it.
I decorated the blank space with one of my wonky characters, signed the letter and put them into the envelope.