There are no words to describe how my life’s changed in the past two weeks. I’ve been avoiding trying to sum it all down here because my heart is bursting with ideas for the future while also cherishing this blessed past. It’s those kind of moments where life begins to feel like it came to a full circle. But my past mistake in believing all resolution has come to leisurely stop was always the wrong idea. Life is this continuum and while there may not be a challenge present, it is the one staring at you in the face in the morning. It is yourself and nothing is more beautiful than knowing you want to improve without anyone nagging you or pushing you to do it. I now know I have a will that may not be very strong as of right now but it exists. It’s breathing and claiming life.
The one thing I wanted to do was teach. I thought I wanted to teach history even if art had been the only real thing that lingered in my heart. But I realize that the concepts of history and art are intertwined fearlessly into each person’s well being. They help us understand how we will make this a better world because in the end, we’d hope it end beautifully despite the crimes and wickedness we inflict upon each other and ourselves. Looking back on my life, I’ve always switched between two extremes. From being a workaholic-social-power-hungry-leader to a shy-easily-infatuated-pushover, I wasn’t quite sure where the hell did I fit in. But now I do if I allow myself to understand that there is nothing wrong with being complex and simple all at once. It gives me access to both worlds, a door into an expanding audience. In my art, I am teaching the history of ignorance and idealism. It is a place I know we’ve all spent pretending to forget.

Photo taken on August 6 by fellow cartoonist Kyle Warren taken in White River Junction, Vermont at the Center for Cartoon Studies. Spent a week on the concentration of self publishing comics.