Buster art print

Most of my art for most of my life never ventured very far outside the lines. I did as I was told and followed what I thought were the rules. But once I glanced away for a second, out of the corner of my eye something sparked outside the lines, and I imagined crazy little characters whose sole purpose was to exist only for me. What jumped onto that first sketchbook page was nothing like what people had been paying me to draw in the real world. These characters had been crawling around in my head for weeks, and they wanted out. They knew that whatever lurked inside the lines of the real world could be undeniably terrifying.