You could record. You could. You could record, and playback, the process of hacking out the art. The layout process. The correcting and re-positioning of elements on the page. You could. You could record.
Often I do. Yesterday I did not. Nor the day before. I did not record those days because there is a crudity and artlessness to the uncertainty in the initial stages of sketching, a goofyfootedness. Often I don't.
Recording is something I do when not altogether there. There's the OCD, y'see. If the obsessive-compulsive mark-maker is In, in the driver's seat, in the director's chair, then "I" am less in evidence.
Then I'm more liable to record. But if it's the layout guy, the composition hack, that's less Inspired. That's mechanic brain; that's function and form guy. That guy doesn't do much that's inspired. No sense to 'im.
No sense recording that. But the camera's charged. Battery pack plugged in. Tripod extended to full height. So maybe next session. Maybe tonight. Or tomorrow. When the brush is in hand. Maybe then.
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