Here's some gift art I did for the amazing Teddybearautopsy. To make a long story short, she's very likely the only reason you're viewing this image in the first place. Every artist, from the good to bad, the amateur to experienced, all started off their art journey with these same three elements:

1.) A piece of paper, likely lined

2.) A pencil, likely dull

3.) A dream, likely far fetched

Take a guess where the third came from. What can I say? She makes this shit look easy. Naive fourteen year old me was amazed that this girl had the ability to funnel her fuzz-covered-humanoid-filled brain goop daydreams straight into her fingertips for all else to see. I had a bursting imagination. I had hands. I had way too much knowledge about the internet at that age. Why can't I draw too? Eight long years of hindsight later, and I finally have the answer. Cause It's hard. It's really, really hard. There were so many times along the line where I wanted to quit, but I promised myself that I'd at least keep going until I surpassed the benchmark; her art. Years have passed and I don't think I'll ever reach that benchmark. She can draw with a sharpie if she really wanted. I can only draw with a pencil and a burnt-out eraser. Despite this, I don't feel that competitive edge anymore. I'm happy with where my art is. I can finally put my imagination out for others to see, just as I saw her do all those years ago. I'm glad I'm at the point where I can start giving some back. This one's for you Kay. Never stop doodling, even if all you got left in the tank are those Goatse's you love so much. Peace.