The face behind the mask?
Rather than a boring bio where I exaggerate my numerous gallery shows, impressive writing credits and prestigious awards (like the Charles Schulz Award for Digital cartooning), I’ll simply admit that I like to laugh. This website’s content is written and illustrated by me. My stories are true, though I change people’s names, since I don’t want to deal with the shit they’d dump on me. Especially from my dear mother, who says, “If Aron is such a good artist, why in the hell does she paint the crap that she does?”
Please note: This site does not include a boring trip down memory lane. Lucky for you, my mother threw out my early artwork for my being, in her words, a whore. Thus you won’t see a heartwarming portrait of my family dog, my poignant painting of a plump toddler, nor playful pixies dodging raindrops beneath a poison mushroom cap. So thank you, Mom!
the name of my childhood doll is Snooky. My grandmother thought Snooky would cheer me up while I languished in the hospital, after a rather bloody operation. One look into the doll’s cold, bobble-head eyes told me I would surely die, so why not get some laughs before I go?
Please note: This site does not include a boring trip down memory lane. Lucky for you, my mother threw out my early artwork for my being, in her words, a whore. Thus you won’t see a heartwarming portrait of my family dog, my poignant painting of a plump toddler, nor playful pixies dodging raindrops beneath a poison mushroom cap. So thank you, Mom!
the name of my childhood doll is Snooky. My grandmother thought Snooky would cheer me up while I languished in the hospital, after a rather bloody operation. One look into the doll’s cold, bobble-head eyes told me I would surely die, so why not get some laughs before I go?
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