i've drawn comics since dawn of fucking man, for a little kid with lots of stupid shit to say its just so much easier to draw things alongside of those dumb shit things, rather than writing it all down. (i used to try, with a typewriter too.) comics have gone with me through a very complex journey, i went from studying and even teaching them to enthusiastically thinking i would draw them for a living, to making a webcomic that i adored drawing and then having to break my own heart and leave it unfinished due to a burnout in my day job. i finally got to a point where it felt very complicated to cross the line of drawing for myself and for my own private passion with my own capabilities as someone with ADHD and the amount i should push myself and give up other essential aspects of my life for it. i am currently walking down a very quiet forest path of comic making, and making very slow process because i stop to pick berries and fuck a satyr about once an hour. but i know that there's a little cabin waiting for me in the end, that's maybe not a castle full of riches, but it's my very own cabin, and everyone is invited to visit, who so wishes.