Okay. Do me a favor. If you’ve read any of this blog and have even a wisp of a thought, let me know. Knowing so will not affect my propensity to late-night digitally leak onto the internet.

Anyways.

I stopped making art for a bit to put my big-boy pants on and take care of the various very adulty things that need attention. It sorta worked. Then, I started making stickers again. It’s gateway art.

Oh, it’s fine, I’ll just doodle a bit. No harm no foul. It’s reasonable because I have something to draw.

Then, the next thing you know I’m drowning in enamel, wearing a headlamp and reading glasses going into strenuous detail on a substrate that’s 4.125” x 5.375” big. It’s a scene man. For whatever reason, some people seem to see them as worthwhile too. It’s not a career though, making stickers - or is it? 🤔

Ugh. I wish I had more space and better lighting. It would be nice to squeeze some type of a career making things. This spoken from the mouth of yet another privileged goon with the free-time to indulge themselves scribbling away.

Thank you for your support. 🙏🏼