These are some of the drawings I was doing in early 2017 while living with my mom in Kernersville. We didn't get along. We never have. I couldn't find a "real job." I started focusing on my art in late 2015 as my best shot of actually making a living again. But the household I was living in was continually in financial crisis. Every time I sold a drawing for $50, most of that money was needed for the crisis du jour. For a year and a half, I was never able to re-invest the tiny bit of money I was making. So one year ago today, after a really heated argument with my mom, I came to Winston-Salem to strike out on my own with the goal of turning my artwork into a living. I came here with about $15 in my pocket, a box of Sharpie markers, a big tablet of sketch paper, and my niece's old Dell laptop. In the next several posts, I'll show you what I've done in this past year.
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