The last few months have been exceptionally challenging, having unexpectedly lost my father, and then my beloved cat, Mr Timmons, a short two weeks later.
It's interesting how their deaths have spurred on rebirth in me, as I slog my way through the grief of their loss and the anxiety of rebuilding the foundation of my personal identity, of which I didn't realize how big a part my dad actually played.
I'm almost embarrassed that it's been close to a year since I've drawn my comics, and that it took this pair of deaths to reignite my dedication to the art form that has been my vocational calling since childhood. I literally, from my earliest memories, have never wanted to be anything but a cartoonist.
So here is the first of many comics to come, with deepest gratitude to my dad and to Mr T...
So here is the first of many comics to come, with deepest gratitude to my dad and to Mr T...
