The speed by which I’ve become an artist has been shocking, personally. The above image is when I first got the idea to pursue drawing. This is March of 2019. No training, and less than half a year later, I write these words with the same irreverent intent. In April 2019, I had done a performance piece where I wrapped myself in rainbow yarn while dancing nude to jazz and screamed existential poetry at an audience (I also barked at them) while they watched an explicit slideshow. As you can tell it all went uphill quite quickly.
That’s my humble opinion. For such a subjective field it seems objective enough to be right.
Either way, I don’t particularly care, I just need to prove to my mom this is a legitimate career path. So please, Buy A Piece.
Go ahead peruse the Work tab, you can see it has evolved significantly from this point, and ain’t it pretty!