Dear Janolytes,

Here I sit finishing up this issue before I head to the trenches of Cottonfield 12.

FUCK 12. I want my freedom so god damn bad. My toxic trait is that I want to sit at a desk and be surrounded by office supplies in a climate controlled environment, listening to my headphones, and dressed like a person instead of in the field dying for my sins as Big Brown Cardboard blow my back out. So over BBC trauma.

Anyway.

Its new project time, come on tell a friend.

YAAAAY.

It all started in the pinnacle year of the trying times of 2020. COVID-19 was ravaging the world, niggas were dying, people were getting laid off, and then there was me.

Cottonfield 10 had told us they were no longer enforcing attendance, so I left. My throat was swelling everyday and I had to wear a mask to mitigate the effects of whatever was making turn into Lumpy Throat Princess.

I was wearing a mask before it was cool. So iconic.

Not really it was pretty painful.

Plus I legit hated that job and wanted out. Sometime life does you favors in horrible ways. I stayed at home for 6 months, working on my book, reading various books that I had bought from the Border book store years, I semi got into yoga and said when I got a job I would start buying plants.

One book I read was an anthology of stories that had very powerful imagery which were inspiring. So when the sun was out that summer I started sketching random images that were inspired from it. I told myself that this project was going to be a slow burn and I would focus on it when I finish my book. For the next few years in between slave days at Cottonfield 6.5, car problems, starting my store, Cottonfield 11, doing art shows, vendoring my products, photo shoots life happening in various ways, etc, etc. I drew random images here and there and thought in what ways I would use stock images to make images that would make my meat YEET.

I took inspiration from things that prob wasn’t on my bingo card. The Tv tower from Johnny Mnemonic, Inu Yasha, the Shibuya arc in JuJutsu Kaisen,the suicide forest in Japan, Dan Da Dan, doing pottery for a friends day, Black Dandyism, Shibari, Shogun on FX, Kpop Dancers, and other things that originated from stray thoughts….like a frog and fae orgy.

Side note if you have never been to my website before and need a crash course in random shit I’ve drawn that makes no sense what so ever please see the cliff notes below.

Sketch Tape 1 Miasmic Emancipation

Sketch Tape 2 Velvet Sweaters

Sketch Tape 3 Numinously Noir

Sketch Tape 4 Emerald Evisceration

Bonus House Party Flyers

Are you caught up now? I’m so proud of you if you are.

Eventually I realized I had ALOT of random sketches and didn’t want to turn each into drawing of their own. I had to decided which one’s were going to mesh well with the others. And some drawings I had done I redrew since I felt like they lacked depth.

February 2024, the day came and I finally finished coloring my book. I clapped. I scrampted, my dragon was so concerned as I made more noise than I usually do. The project I had started Septemeber 2016 I crossed the biggest hurdle of coloring damn near 1000 pages. I had climbed and reached the pinnacle of elation. Now I can do everything else……..

……or so i thought.

Funny thing about finishing a big project for a while you don’t want to do shit. Nothing, no such motivation exists. I vegged out for a few months, watch TV. and play video games. A few days after I finished the coloring portion of my book I had the 2nd part to the Alice and wonderland shoot* with a 1 of my home girls and that didn’t get done for a while.

A lazy coma I was in for maybe 2 months.

I was preparing to throw my 1st art show in June and plus making two pieces for said show. Beside that I barely did anything except exist. The show occurred in June.* From that a new romantic arc began. Bliss was short lived since the head fuckers of cottonfield 12 decided to cut to 3 days of week.

Bitch Nuggets.

It’s hard to focus on your artistic endeavors when you are worried about how the FUCK you are gonna pay your bills. I legit try not to go MiA but when you have to scour the internet for a new job because of dusty ass white people who suck at being in charge then its kinda hard.

FUCK 12.

So sick of this Cotton field. If i could have escaped last year I would have. 3 months later the fuckery was resolved but the bad taste in my mouth remained. And I’ve disassociated everyday since then.

Side note I never liked this job. I haven’t. It literally was the only 1 that hired me after Cottonfield 11 shut down. This place could shut down and I would shed a fucking tear.

I think in the midst of all this I think I colored 2 images from this project.

Wait, I almost forgot I colored 2 pieces I created in 2022 for the next Azuma Kara show which happened be in this time frame. I was in another friends show, but i used 2 old pieces for it. I legit forgot about it until now. I promise slave Trauma will fuck you up bro.

The way I did the last 2 images in this gallery are how the images in this project were intended to look. Side Note. Draxus is in one of them. RIP BRO.

Wait what?

Yep my pet dragon died and super slave season came and blew my back out. All i had time to do when I got home was sleep, maybe watch TV. That’s all folks. Its hard to color when your back hurts.

Spoiler Alert.

I did a vampire shoot with my new girl*, but besides that nope exhaustion.

2025 came and I was able to do my work. The goal was to do an image every other week. I wanted balance between my art and personal life. When I was working on my book over the years I felt COMPELLED to do as much as I can, except for the last issue. Maybe because most of it was done and i was at the last 75 out of 1000 pages. The goal was to take my time and contemplate how I wanted to create these backgrounds. So one week I would try to smell the roses see my homies when my friends and my parents when I’m not exhausted, because the one thing that I learned from 2022 is that time won’t stop and the concept of mortality is horrible.

I just wanna do hood rat shit with my friends and enjoy life, when I’m not exhausted….which is more times than preferred.

I would play Spider-Man Miles Morales on Ps4. That game was so fucking short compared to the original.

But it was still fun.

I made my Team Jano shirt finally. As in finally coloring the design I drew at the end of 2021, constructing the background, then making the fucking shirt. But that’s another story….which prob won’t get typed so it doesn’t matter.

But anyway.

The every other week pattern lasted for a while until maybe late June, early July. I started coloring every morning because of the stress of hoping I won’t make it to my 3 years….and I failed because I’m still at this bitch.

As if.

I finally finished the project I started in 2020. My toxic trait is that I have a litany of images that sit in my google drive waiting to be colored. At this point it is maybe 10 which will prob be worked on slowly as I do other projects.

*Deep sigh.

You have 2 choices you can click this link and go gander at what I’ve created, or you can follow my ig page and watch me release an image a month. It’s up to you.

Moral of the story. Slavery will cause delays. Pray for my freedom from Cotton field 12 that doesn’t involve BBC trauma.

I said what I said.

Oh yea. If you saw an * that means those issues are yet to come and you haven’t missed anything. I just didn’t feel like waiting to talk about this.

Look at me giving you something to look forward to.