2012 was not a banner year.
The job market blows, I can't find work, I'm barely eeking out an existence as it is, and my whole moral is just in the dumps lately,
because financial freedom seems like a pipe dream for a career as an artist. I mean I can't even get a Joe job jockeying a register. "Over-qualified" they say...
This ends up causing me to question my motives, or my projects, whenever I try to make anything, bouts of minor depression,
wondering if there's anyone out there who even cares anymore, other than myself, if I draw or write, or if I should sell out...
...I'm certain no one cares...the internet seems to have left me in the dust and social media becomes a hinderance rather than a help.
The decay furthering, I take a random suggestion from 4-chan one night, this was the result.
Not too bad. But only a temporary reprieve. Enough to pull me out of a funk. And 100% Digital
