IT started as a joke.
Late one night, I drew a penguin barfing up an armless skeleton, and had to decide what the hell I was going to do with it.
Eventually, I had the idea to post it in the free section of Craigslist, just to see if someone would respond.
It looked like this:
I figured one person would email, to suggest counseling.
When I woke up, there were thirty emails waiting for me.
Over the next four months, I kept making these weird sketches and sending them off to strangers.
I loved making them, and people loved receiving them, and that was just awesome.
Then one day I bumped into a street artist, who asked me if I made art, and she suggested bringing my work to Union Square.
A month later, I showed up. Terrified.
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 passed without even a glance, until finally my work caught a stranger's eye.
She stopped in her tracks, and stared 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.
This was never supposed to be my job.
And yet, thanks to the amazing support of my fans, it is.
Words fail to express my gratitude for giving me this dream of a life.