“What's with all the skeletons and darkness?” I get asked some variation of this question quite a bit. Why the skulls? Why the monsters? Why does everything look like something terrible either just happened or is about to happen? My answer is usually pretty simple. “Because I can.” And I don't mean that in some defiant, fuck-the-art-world, misunderstood-genius kind of way. I mean it quite literally. I can finally draw whatever the hell I want. Which is particularly liberating

On Main Character Syndrome, Identity Theft, and the introduction of Jimmy Con I've suffered from main character syndrome for most of my life. I suppose having an extraordinarily overdramatic mother helped establish that foundation pretty early. In our household, life wasn't simply lived. It was performed. Every inconvenience had the potential to become a crisis. Every disagreement could escalate into a three-act tragedy. Every emotional disturbance required an audience, prefe