I used to hesitate about putting certain pieces of art into the world.

I’ve put off comics projects because I didn’t want people to pigeonhole me. I didn’t want to do this genre or that, or this style or that, lest people thought I was a writer or artist of that one thing.

I’ve hesitated to use color more often because my ego wants me to be known as a pen-and-ink, black-and-white guy.

It’s all stupid.

I can write anything. I can draw anything. I love black and white, and most of my work will always be in black and white. But there’s no reason why I can’t incorporate color more often.

At some point, an artist has to stop caring about what other people think. Caring what other people think won’t necessarily get you work, even if you cater it specifically to a target audience. If you don’t like doing something, it’ll likely show. If you don’t want to do it, it’ll likely show. Sometimes you can fake it, but you feel pretty horrible while you do.

And on the contrary, if you do like something, if you do want to do something, not only will it show, but you’ll feel great while you’re doing the work.

I can write anything I want to. I can draw anything I want to. When I share it, someone is bound to like it, whether it’s one person or one million.

At some point, you have to stop caring what other people think and just do the work.