Original art by Melody Jo

Well, here it is. My heart on display. Please keep your distance, wash your paws, and don’t be a dick.

But really though, check it out. I don’t think I’m some grand and talented artist. I haven’t been doing this my whole life, I didn’t go to art school, and I have a hard time keeping my art consistent to the style that people love. I don’t like to brag, I refuse to beg for likes and shares, and it’s really hard to play the algorithm game when I have a whole entire herd of children at my feet all the time. My life has been (and continues to be) rough. I’m surviving it, kinda. I’m doing my fucking best, really, and I think that’s all we can do. Life is wild, man.

I like to think (and truly hope) that my art reaches the audience that needs to see it. I hope that when you look into my art that you see parts of yourself, too. Maybe there’s some part of you that feels less awkward and alone when you realize that there’s some giant, weird, MILF-esque lady in Washington that’s made way more of a fool of herself by noon than you have in an entire week. Maybe you love raccoons and think my art is rad. Maybe you’ve had a perfect life with no problems or bad days ever, and want to laugh at my expense. Great! (But like, lets do that at /your/ expense this time, just for funsies.)

Whatever the reason is that you found yourself here on the doorstep of my wild little universe, just know that I appreciate you. In case you don’t hear it enough: You’re amazing. Incredible. I’m so proud of you for surviving this madness. And got-DAMN you have a great ass.