one night while doodling to escape reality, I find myself staring at a penguin puking an armless skeleton and asking:
"what the hell is this?"
I POST IT Craigslist, JUST TO see if ONE PERSON BOTHERS REPLYING, IF ONLY TO SUGGEST COUNSELING.
I HEAD TO BED.
I AM STARING AT MY INBOX.
there are more than twenty requests FOR MY PENGUIN.
I AM CONFUSED.
this IS WEIRD.
I LOVE IT.
I DRAW ANOTHER DOODLE.
IT'S a hot dog holding quarters.
It makes the Best of Craigslist.
There's no stopping now.
the next twenty days are a blur.
I AM doodling, uploading, mailing THINGS to awesome people who somehow love THESE PIECES as much as I do.
I can't remember EVER FEELING this happy.
A few months pass.
I bump into a street artist.
she asks if I'm an artist AND I show her SOME drawings.
she's SAYS I SHOULD TRY TO sell my work IN THE PARK.
a month goes by before I work up the nerve to come.
I am petrified.
My setup is scarce-
a tiny table,
a few framed prints,
a portfolio of glorified doodles I know no one wILL BUY.
thousands of people pass WITHOUT glancing.
I COME TO TERMS THAT THIS WAS all TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.
something catches a stranger's eye.
She stops, AND staRES in silence
for what feels like an eternity.
tHEN suddenly she bursts into laughter,
and I know what I want to do
for the rest of my life.
I still can't believe this is my "job", and yet thanks to support from Folks like you, real. weird. art. has grown from a little barfing bird to a full-time career.
I like to think I am good with Words, but there's no way TO ever come close to expressing THE gratitude FEEL FOR you providing ME this dream of a life.
SO LET ME JUST SAY THIS:
To anyone who is or has ever supported me,
By sharing my work with THEIR family and friends,
OR SIMPLY following ALONG on this weird ride,
From the bottom OF MY HEART (AND the top of IT, plus all the slimy stuff in between),