Every artist has a fixation point of their lives. The period of time, good or bad, that moves you. For me, it was my 11th year of life, I think. For one reason or another, no one was ever home so I spent most of my time alone. As a tall gangly weirdo with minimal guidance or supervision, I spent all my time drawing, reading, & singing loudly. It was great. No one to enforce a bedtime or curfew so I could stay up as late as I pleased creating characters and worlds for them to live in. I was never bored and only sometimes lonely. 

An overly dramatic exposition to introduce an unorganized collection of illustrations.