“No ghost can inhabit a stickman. No ghost wants to.”
—Lynda Barry, Making Comics
I don’t really believe in ghosts but I feel like they can be a useful fiction. Ideas, images… it’s much easier to work sometimes if you think of them as things outside you trying to get in. Things that just show up on your doorstep. Things that will go knock on somebody else’s door if you don’t answer.
I wonder, sometimes, when artists die, what happens to all the images and ideas they once received.
Are they all flying around more frantically, now, searching for a receiver?
My brush has felt receptive lately. Like there are a lot of ghosts out there ready to slime the page with ink, if I just pick up the brush and let them through…