One of the unintended consequences of artists tooling up with computers and the internet is that they nowadays very rarely have the simple pleasure of putting artwork in a parcel and taking it to the post office.
After the rigours of making the art, what a welcome relief was the almost mindless activity of cutting some backing card to the right size, unrolling some brown paper and cutting off the appropriate length, and then putting it all together with sellotape and parcel tape. An address written in your best comic book lettering, and then a nice walk to the shops. Might even pop into the bookstore on the way back.
I used to reckon myself pretty good at making a parcel, and one day I offered to make the parcel for Dave Gibbons’ latest Doctor Who. Not that it applied in this instance, but one of Dave’s Laws of Comics is that if the pages are starting to get uppity then ‘show them the parcel’, let them know who’s boss.
Whatever, I took one of his finished pages and built around it a magnificent parcel. All the end folds were parallel, the brown paper was taut and as flat as a billiard table, all the tape cut to the same length – symmetry, thy name was Micky – and with one of the ends left open ready for the other five pages, it was truly a wonder to behold.
Except that, try as I might, I couldn’t get the rest of the pages into the parcel. I’d made it just a bit too perfect.
NB Not one of the pages in question, but still full of Gibbons goodness.