I’ve always been a lonely person, the kind of person that laughed real big and smiled and talked a lot, but when I came home at night, every night I laid in my bed and I cried. I really did. I felt just so lonely and so sad, and I’d tell myself that’s just the way things are. I don’t know when it really happened, when i realized that people would always be a let down. It might have happened so long ago i could not even remember, or yesterday, or sometime in between. And somewhere along the line i just realized people will always disappear, but ideas and feelings are immortal. That thought is what made me really fall in love.It made me fall in love with the world of ideas, the world of objects. It made me love to make again and talk to my drawings while i make them and tell them they’re so beautiful and kiss them. A lot of people think it’s really funny but it’s not really, i’m completely serious. My characters and designs are really made with all the love I could hold.I think if if it wasn’t for this I couldn’t be able to make the things that I make.
I wanted to write this for myself as myself, because I know i’m not the kind of person who ever talks about subjects like these out loud. I truly believe in loving what you make and do, because when you love so great and so hard, it makes you feel so much happier, and create so much better. I’m not saying I don’t get sad or don’t get lonely, i really do still feel these ways, but I’m just so grateful and glad that I am capable of loving something so much. I don’t care that what I love isn’t a person, or is as materialistic as an object i create or a character I make up, every day I make things I fall in love again and again, and what more does one need in the world.