imagine you’re eight years old and you’re watching your favorite cartoon. you decide to try to draw your favorite character. it’s not great but you love it.
imagine you’re sixteen years old and you’ve just discovered manga. the stories and the characters resonate in you. you decide this is what you want to do.
imagine you’re nineteen years old and you’ve just started your BA in animation. sure, you’re not in calarts but hey, you can make it. this is your passion.
imagine you’re twenty-one years old and you’ve been accepted for an internship. you clutch at the letter and cheer. this is it; the start of your career.
now imagine you’re twenty-two years old.
you stare down at the storyboard you’ve spent all night finishing up.
it’s a long, detailed shot depicting a hot dog bun having an orgy with seth rogen’s foodsona. you suddenly remember seth’s notes instructing you that those buns need to be as sexy as possible. you sigh as you forget any and everything you know about character design, art, love, and passion.
and you draw the biggest, curviest boobs possible to fit onto a hot dog bun.










