Jinked

I have forgotten the rush, the complete in-the-zone feeling I get when I’m putting together a zine. I finished the master yesterday and spent today printing off the pages, trimming, collating, assembling, binding, and putting the unique finishing touches on each cover. There is something to be said about creating beautiful works of art with your own hands. No two copies look exactly the same.

It’s something that never fully jived with me about computers. Everything is the same, perfect. There are no tears or smudges. No misaligned pages. No crooked lines of text or toner streaks or gobs of glue. Sure every browser or operating system renders things a little differently, but across platforms things are pretty much the same. I like organic. I like the human element. And yet there is the draw to clean-line-perfection. Oh web design, how I will never quit you.

But I won’t quit making zines either. It’s my one real-media art I enjoy.

I’m also pumped to have stuff to trade with other zinesters again. So many zines to catch up on, it’s ridiculous. Plus I have to send an order of 10 zines of a past Pieces issue to a distro. I may not be a profitable writer, but people are reading and enjoying my work! That’s what matters.

Art rocks.