IT started as a joke.
Late one night (after a particularly difficult day), I began doodling as a way to escape my reality, and wound up staring a penguin barfing up an armless skeleton.
If you're anything like me, your first thought was "what the hell is this?"
I thought it would be funny to post it on Craigslist, expecting maybe one person would reply (if only to suggest counseling).
To my surprise, a slew of emails awaited me when I woke up.
Inspired, I kept bringing weird ideas to life and mailing them off to strangers.
I loved making them, people loved receiving them, and it was just an awesome thing.
Then one day I bumped into a street artist who asked me if I made art, and after reluctantly showing her my work, she suggested bringing it to Union Square.
It took more than a month before I showed up, petrified.
My setup was scarce- a little table, a few prints, and a portfolio of glorified doodles I was certain no one would buy.
Over the next few hours, thousands of people would pass without even a glance.
Then finally, my work caught a stranger's eye.
She stopped in her tracks, and stared silently for what felt like an eternity.
Suddenly, she burst into laughter, and I knew what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.