bill watterson and john kascht's the mysteries got a real neat book trailer/making of video treatment and it's real cool
it's also very much a like, online/public facing identity asperation. Just hands and words and what those hands make; there's obviously a person, but the details of that person are entirely focused on the art: the hands that make it, the materials those hands use, and the thoughts around the art. A glimpse, but no more. It's intensely private and gentle and I love it. I wanna make and be and my vision of that often feels inimical the go/more/bigger/influencer I've been doused in my whole life. Let me be small and beautiful, joy for joy's sake