Welcome to Dear Chaos: A Peek Behind the Wink. This is where punchlines meet panic attacks and creativity runs on caffeine and questionable decisions.
Here, you’ll find the real stories behind the art, the jokes that spiraled out of control, and the many existential crises disguised as "inspiration." I’ll also drop some tough-love encouragement and mildly useful tips for fellow artists, writers, and other beautiful disasters trying to make something out of nothing.
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Dear Chaos #47: "Certified Wink Specialist: Hugs, Eyeballs, and Other Workplace Hazards"
It was a Tuesday. A deeply cursed Tuesday. My coffee had the texture of betrayal and my inspiration was coming exclusively from expired motivational memes and late-stage raccoon videos. I was trying to design something comforting yet uncomfortably biological. You know, like if a Care Bear and a diseased grape had a baby and named it Gary.
Breaking Mews: The Cat-astrophic Creation of a Feline Media Mogul (Copy)
The original idea was simple: make something “cute.” I wanted a break from drawing existential sandwich demons and emotionally unstable snowmen. Just one normal thing.
So I asked myself, what’s universally cute? Cats. Great. Let’s go with a cat.
Now add glasses, because why not weaponize literacy?
Then a cozy sweater. And a newspaper. Because this wasn’t just any cat—this was a journalist, probably the editor-in-chief of The Daily Yarnball.