TWENTY EIGHT

 



It's always a super duper awesome honor to be included in the American Illustration annuals. Sometimes I'm deemed cool enough to be a part of the club, while other times I'm not. But, this year I guess I'm one of the cool kids because I'm in number 28! WOO HOO! I would pat myself on the back, but I can't reach it because my arms are too stubby. Which is probably the sole reason why I always find myself sleeping alone at night...I can't even hug myself. Damn these stubby arms!



Being considered one of the best annuals stateside amongst the illustration community. There is no doubt that the book and the art within will inevitably rock socks off without fail. So, I'm always giddy like a school girl when I flip through the pages and find little ol' me amongst a cornucopia of rad artists.



Speaking of rad, check out the cover done by John Hendrix above! That is just a little teaser of it. You need to see the book in person to appreciate just how amazing it is. My left eye couldn't comprehend the amazingness, so it gave up and became lazy. Now I have one lazy eye and stubby arms. I just need a hump and a bell tower to complete the look. When I achieve that particular level of sexiness, then I'm going to change my name to Igor or Betty. Either one is cool with me.



Before I depart, mucho mucho thanks to Mark Helfin and crew over at American Illustration. You stud muffins rock!



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