Jack

So, who is Jack, anyway?

As far as I can remember, I’ve been drawing Jack as far back as my university days, roughly 2012. He started out life (or, rather, death) as a beaten up old deer skull found in the brush, but over the years he’s become so much more.

At some point, I decided he liked coffee. He wore a long cloak and mittens. For me, he’s come to represent the feeling of warmth staving off the cold, and of that deep instinct we all have that, beyond our warm hearths there are dangers lurking, but that for now, we are safe.