This is more like a stream of conciousness than anything with meaning behind it:

Life is strange in the way opportunities arise and disappear, often a look back will make someone say 'wish I'd done that' or even 'wish I hadn't' for that matter. At times I feel like a fishing lure bobbing on the surface of the water waiting for something to snag, in the hopes that if I hook something I have enough strength to hold on in the struggle and yank out a whopper of a result. This isn't a musing of regret, just on the difficulties along the way and the curiosity of how one gets to where they are.

I moved around a lot with my family, since getting out on my own I ended up moving around even more! Beginning with College almost a decade ago, I've moved nearly every year into a new home, both between and inside cities. Only in my current place have I managed to finally stay for nearly 2 years in a row, and I'm planning on moving again this summer. Sheesh.

I want to settle down in a good place, currently I feel that I've at least found the city I want to stay in for a long time, that of Manchester, England. Having originally come from Scotland it feels a little weird to say that I want my home not to be in my country of birth, there's always that bit of homesickness.

Growing up I originally wanted to go into physics and yada yada science, but being a doodler and drawing in every classroom I entered, I ended up gravitating towards art as it just started making more sense.

I studied both graphic design and illustration in college, after college I did a few illustrations for childrens colouring books and brochures. I then got snagged by an uncle for animation for a number of years. Vector animation even, something felt off about all that, I much prefer the more traditional feel instead of connect the dots and wobble the armatured puppet approach.

After that fell through because contracts were not renewed by a certain all powerful british TV broadcasting company, I ended up going into freelance with a friend of a friend. OH JOY, INFOMERCIALS.

Nope.

That drained what was left of my soul. I always prefered illustration over animation to begin with, and vector animation coupled with insurance and bad plinky tunes? Sod off.

I despaired for a time, searching for what my next attempt would be. I had no real portfolio to get back into illustration as what I had was half a decade of vector animation behind me. Similar but not enough in the direction for what i personally needed. I started trying to put together the doodles and scribbles but my heart wasn't in it anymore, I couldn't wiggle my pen in that special way to make something pretty appear on paper.

After various attempts at different projects, illustration and animation, I ended up having to work at an airport in a kiosk. OH JOY, CONFUSED AND WEARY TRAVELLERS LOOKING FOR AN EXCUSE TO NAG AT YOU. I kept trying to draw on the side but still nothing was really working out. This drove me off the deep end and ended up having an anxiety attack on the way to the airport one day, turned around and went straight back home and holed up.

I ended up in a dazed and medication driven stupor until I realised something. I like drawing dicks.. I mean I realllly like drawing dicks. Ahh my old friend, furaffinity.. I used to upload dicks to you all the time! I'd been in the commission game before but more as a hobby. Why shouldn't I get back into that? Pfff, dignity? Hahahahaha. Bring it :D

So here I am, now making a living drawing dicks, butts, and dicks in butts. I love it all, this is awesome, you guys are awesome, I'm going to give you more dicks in butts.

TLDR: Things happened, now I draw dicks in butts. No regrets