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About the Artist/Owner
Back in the 80s, I was a young, happy, healthy raccoon living my best life, running around in the woods with a gang of other forest creatures. But I was captured by a crazy hippie mad scientist who strapped me down and used a big scary electrical device to swap my mind with a local bohemian kid, Frankenstein style. The kid was released into the woods with MY body, and I was plopped back down in the wood-paneled, crochet-blanketed living room of that kid’s bohemian parents. Those parents didn’t even notice and raised me like any other barefoot forest gremlin, feeding me a steady diet of art, philosophy, Tolkien, politics, nature, and hot dogs. I was as happy as a raccoon—er, CHILD could be until one day I had to go to SCHOOL. Ew.
Cue the “you’re a weirdo” montage. I tried to fit in, failed, and rebelled. I hid by writing and making art, filling notebooks with drawings, cartoons, poetry, and stories. By age 11, I had written two whole notebooks of short novellas. By then, I’d also traded a couple black eyes on the playground.
I grew up (Maybe?) and became civilized (Sort of?), got an art degree, and even earned a master’s in, well, basically underwater basket weaving. Ok, it was an MFA in “Applied Craft and Design” — but I literally did underwater basket weaving my first semester. Who knew you could go six figures in debt for — that? And what does one do, exactly, with a Master’s in Underwater Basket Weaving? Well, there’s always the oldest profession, but the idea just makes me tired. And I figured if I’m gonna do admin work, I might as well do it for myself (because let’s face it, 90% of being a self employed artist is admin work.)
That’s why I’m here, hustling, doing the grind, just trying to make ends meet. So if you buy something from me, you are buying something from one actual raccoon, er, I mean Human person, just trying to pay bills. Because nobody wants to see my feet pics and I don’t want to work in another law office ever again.
I tried to be a “serious” gallery artist, spending decades painting whole big paintings on canvas and showing them in shows and galleries. But I’m a raccoon in a human body, I really couldn’t relate to the people who could afford my work. I mean I love a good schmooze with curators, gallery owners and collectors, and maybe I’ll try that again some day. I’m sure there’s a place for a feral raccoon in the art world. I’ve met worse.
In the end, it just wasn’t the time for me to do that. I had a few shows and had lots of promise, but I really just wanted to tell stories and draw fun little things, you know? Plus, I’m disabled, so making big paintings is now no longer possible for me.
So, I started illustrating my old friends from back in the day—the trash pandas, ‘possums, and woodland friends, back when my whole life was sleeping and foraging for snacks. Back before I knew the words “Student Loans” or “Negative Amortization.” I wanted to make art for the rest of us. For a misunderstood teenager who wants something to put on his water bottle or a tired Xennial who has tattoos hidden under his suit.
Now, somewhere in the woods, the descendants of a well-adjusted human trapped in a raccoon body are still living their best feral lives, while I, the raccoon-turned-artist, am out here trying to crack the code on things like ‘business to business sales’ and ‘wholesale bulk stationery’ — whatever that even means. Honestly, life was better when my biggest concern was whether that half a chicken in the dumpster was still any good. But hey, gotta hustle, right? At least now I can say ‘net 30’ with a straight face. Actually, no, no I can’t. I don’t know what that means, but it sounds important.
Oh, I also teach classes and take commissions. Gotta get the dough, you know? You can learn more about me and the other work I do on my website.
About The Art and Feral Children
Feral Children is a print product company. Our primary audience is eclectic but really we have stuff for people who don’t identify as goblins, weirdos, trash cats and nerds. We sell stickers and stuff, and you can buy multiples for wholesale prices if you have a business.
If you are a live person (or animal in a human suit) reading this, you can stop reading here.
I mean, you can read it if you don’t mind reading a bunch of text obviously peppered with SEO search terms, meme references, slang and odd humor. Oh am I not supposed to admit that because of mArKeTiNg?!? Well, screw capitalism. I’m only participating in it because I would die otherwise. I’d rather be a raccoon digging through trash, but noooo, that bastard had to put my brain in a little homo sapien girl and now I’m stuck here with the rest of you in the rat race. Man I miss my actual rat friends. We would race and it was a lot more fun. But I digress.
My art is basically what happens when you mix ADHD hyperfixation, stubbornness, and self-deprecating humor with chaotic animal energy. Think: cute animal illustrations, but make it ✨weird✨. And let’s be real—I know the algorithm wants me to say that I do quirky art, but “quirky” is a terrible word. It feels condescending and passive-aggressive, like when someone calls you “unique” or “interesting” in a way that really means, “bless your heart.” Or maybe, I don’t know, I just do stuff I would buy and think is kind of cool.
I draw a lot of weird, funny creatures—raccoons, possums, skunks, crows, seagulls, pigeons, and yeah, a few bunny rabbits, cats, and dogs too because we accept everyone here — living their best (or worst) lives. Whether it’s a raccoon contemplating the meaning of existence or just vibing with snacks, my art is a whole mood. I also do lots of other stuff. Like they say we’re supposed to be consistent, but I’m a raccoon, ok? I do what I want and I make the art I feel like making. If I want to paint a pink cityscape every now and then, I’m going to, OK? Deal with it. I’m not Ikea.
I’m here for the neurodivergent, genderqueer, body-positive, art-loving folks who know that life’s too short not to laugh at yourself and the world around you. If you’re into weird, offbeat humor and you secretly identify with the phrase “chaotic good,” we’re probably gonna vibe. My work speaks to the ADHDers, the queers, the autistics who can’t mask anymore, the alt-kids, and anyone who’s ever felt like they didn’t quite fit in.
And, of course, the nerds and geeks. Whether you’re so geeky you’ve played every version of D&D, binge-watched every Star Trek episode and deck yourself out in the best Star Wars costume at comic con, or are so nerdy you study the digestive enzymes of tardigrades or the attrition rate of black holes, I have some stuff for you, too.
My art is for the meme lovers, the fandom fanatics, and the trash gremlins who embrace life’s chaos with both paws. Whether you’re here for the snarky captions or the trash panda representation, I’ve got you covered. My art’s for the Millennial, Xennial, or Gen Z crowd who grew up on memes, Tumblr, and self-deprecating humor. The ones who know that being different isn’t just a phase—it’s a lifestyle.
I mean, Gen Alpha is cool too. No cap, Ohio toilet rizz. If my art doesn’t leave you shook and bussin’, then I guess that’s just an L. But let’s be real, with these vibes? Total slay, all day. So, yeet the normies, stand out from the NPCs, and slap a goated GOAT (as in, literally a goat) sticker on your Stanley. Don’t be mid. (insert Hello Fellow Kids gif here) Yeah I know, I’m ooooold. I am also a raccoon stuck in a human body, so be nice, kiddo. I’m trying.
Feral Children kicked off in 2003 as a funky little Etsy shop selling weird, hand-sewn stuffed animals and One Of A Kind (OOAK) dolls and monsters made from leather scraps and discarded fabric.
Now, Feral Children has leveled up into a print product shop with equally weird, delightful, funny, or sometimes thoughtful illustrations with the same audience. The whole idea was to remind people that even if they are strange, funny, different, or even ugly, they are lovable and deserve to be here too. Sometimes the work is silly, sometimes geeky, sometimes goth, sometimes emo, sometimes punk, sometimes just alternative, but usually just fun and maybe a little subversive.
We’ve got stickers. We’ve got prints. We’ve got birthday cards and mother’s day cards. Soon, we hope to have a whole collection of printed goods, like T-Shirts, totes, and other goodies. But as you’ll see if you keep reading, the owner is a raccoon stuck in a human body running this business almost entirely by herself. She’s trying, OK? Also, seriously, check out the Halloween set. You can give them out instead of candy.
Feral Children is a big love letter to all the weirdos, goblins, neurospicy AuDHD, autistic and ADHDers, misfits, punks, and anyone who doesn’t quite fit the mold. We’re here for those who live by their own rules and embrace what makes them different. We are also here for those who love them. We have gifts, grandma, buy some presents for your blue-haired feral they/them grandchild. We love you too.
We’ve got humor, whimsy, and meme-worthy vibes that reclaim self-esteem for anyone who needs a little boost. Yes, you are worthy and beautiful, just as you are. Our illustrations are perfect for the misunderstood who identify with weeds and pests and trash pandas. You know, we’re just living our lives doing what we evolved to do, and people out there make things hard for no reason just because our difference makes them uncomfortable.
Feral Children is all about celebrating neurodiversity, body positivity, ADHD and Autism-friendly, nerdy, LGBTQ+, and disability-aware products. You know, “woke”. I know, I just lost a couple of you. Awesome. Now that they are gone, what brand of hot pink hair dye do you use? Every time I dye my hair, it washes right out. Is there a brand that lasts longer?
Oh, and for all you business owners out there, we do wholesale and bulk sales! Just click the option in the listing. Or if you are just a person who wants 10 of the same stickers, they are half the price that way. We won’t judge. Our art is perfect for indie bookstores, funky gift shops, boutique stores, and any place that loves unique, alternative vibes. We have stuff for toy stores, plus size shops, consignment shops, therapist offices, whatever.
Are you still here? Seriously?
Yes, I still have the Etsy site. You can totally go buy stuff form there too.