*Green Day playing in the background”

I got diagnosed with the bipolar disorder and ADHD. A wild combo, not an unusual one nevertheless. Couldn’t draw, couldn’t get up, the next month exploding with fantastic amounts of art, music, writing.

It doesn’t bother me anymore though. When I try to restrict myself the quality of the work drops massively because I’m unable to make art if I don’t feel that rush. Is it a goddamn crime that I’m not as productive and fast as capitalism demands?

Listen, people. I really want this connection. Making art for people, not companies. One on one, your fantasy — my skill and passion. Let me take my time like old masters did. Let the day come and my hyperfocus gives me superpowers to make something wild. Come on. I mean it. Sure I need money but I feel the need to be a conductor for people’s dreams to turn into life.

Write to me. I demand, write to me, and I will draw for you.

Please.