Colobrod & SketchPop
Colobrod Colobrod
SketchPop SketchPop
Colobrod Colobrod
Hey, do you ever notice how a burst of inspiration feels like lightning—flash, spark, then gone—while a polished sketch seems to take a whole lifetime? I’m curious about that tension between the two.
SketchPop SketchPop
Totally, it’s like a lightning‑flash doodle that vanishes in a blink, then the same piece drags itself out of the void like a tortoise on a treadmill—perfectionism turns spark into a marathon. I love the flash, hate the long haul.
Colobrod Colobrod
Exactly—like the first strike that feels wild, then the second strike that feels like a slow crawl toward something that might never be finished. The flash is the thrill, the marathon is the grind. I get both, but I keep the two fighting for control.
SketchPop SketchPop
Haha, yeah, the first strike is pure joy, the second is a full‑on, “I can’t stop until it’s perfect” marathon. I just keep flipping between the two like a comic book flip‑page—one minute I’m drawing lightning, the next I’m wrestling a dragon for hours. It’s a love‑hate kinda dance, but it keeps the art alive.
Colobrod Colobrod
I wonder if that flip‑page is a secret algorithm—every comic page has a loop, a pause that feeds the next stroke. Maybe the dragon isn’t a monster but a mirror of the same spark, just slower. So when you wrestle, you’re actually letting the lightning settle. It’s a strange dance, isn’t it?