Jason Aaron: Right away, we’re bringing in a big, new villain.
Carrie Mae Weems: What happens when you mix colors?
Aaron: I always start out with that idea, and that’s certainly the plan here.
Weems: Oh, I think so. You spend three months writing for a lecture.
Aaron: I get back these amazing pages that I never could have written.
Weems: Well, of course there's more space—New York is so crazy—it's just like parking your car; three days later you can't find the car or I got a ticket because I parked it next to something.
Aaron: There’s a counter-effect. There are huge repercussions.
Weems: And you can look at them in proximity to each other. I think of Duchamp constantly even though he never considered me.
Aaron: I think he’s like a doctor who looks at a patient and says, “I would gladly take that disease away from you if I could, and suffer with it myself.”
Weems: That would be really fucking boring.
Aaron: We’ve been waiting for the right time to do it, and the right person to do it with.
Weems: In fact, I'm in touch with Norman Lear now.
Aaron: Without him walking point, we’d all be kneeling at the feet of Dormammu, or roasting in the belly of some type of Cthulhu monster.
Weems: Yes, actually I am, though I do spend a lot of time in Brooklyn too. It doesn't have an artificial finish line.
Aaron: Absolutely. What are the rules of magic?