about me

the year is 2015. i am nine years old. as a gift, i receive the 2013 video game animal crossing new leaf and immediately fall in love, developing a deep connection to the game and its cast of cute animal characters. this will be important later. for now, the year is 2016. i am ten years old, and freshly diagnosed with autism. i have an obsession with the 2015 video game splatoon, a game i have not played. i have never enjoyed drawing, viewing myself as incompetent and stupid, as in most areas of my life, but splatoon changes this. i see other people online, posting drawings of their original characters, and something in me lights up. i ask my mother for a sketchbook and coloured pencils, and upon receiving them, i make my first drawing of my splatoon OC. she's an anthropomorphic jellyfish; they don't usually participate in turf wars, but she's different. she uses a mini splatling (the weapon i thought i'd most like to use) and is friends with spyke (my favourite character in the game). drawing is extremely challenging for me, but i keep trying. i start making my own characters, worlds for those characters. i draw them obsessively, the same way over and over, the same shapes. it is 2018. i am now twelve years old. i have undiagnosed, untreated depression. i am actively suicidal. i quit drawing. i believe i will never draw again. the year is 2020. i am fourteen years old. it's only been two years, but a lot has changed. a plague is ravaging the world and stuff. i get an ipad. i decide maybe it's time to try drawing again.

in 2021, someone i no longer talk to recommended that i read the pervert, a 2016 comic by michelle perez and remy boydell. when i read it, it was like i shattered into a million pieces and reformed. i didn't know a comic could do that. the story was beautiful, of course, but the art just.. spoke to me. it reminded me of animal crossing, it reminded me of peanuts, it reminded me of the shit i deleted from my browser history because i didn't want my parents to find it. i became a feverish devotee to furryism. i was already close, but.. this did me in for good.

it's 2025, and i'm nineteen years old now. over the last four years since committing to furry artwork, i've come a long way! somewhere in there, i got really into the japanese kemona scene, immersing myself in doujinshi and other artwork from that particular furry community, and i have them to credit for a lot of the evolution of my style towards what it is in the present. huge thank yous to doromiez, wasp, ssu_open, and many others from that scene for making incredible artwork that has influenced me greatly. in addition, thank you to every furry, the world over, for participating in a community that continues to be my guiding light in many aspects of my life. the furry fandom has pulled me out of more depressive slumps than i can count. it is truly one of the most important things in my life.

thanks for reading. much love, psyche headsplitter.