New York Normal.
I grew up in Wisconsin, the stereotypical yet wondrous land of beer and cheese, the Green Bay Packers, and strangers who genuinely care about your demeanor. I flew east in June of 2012, humming Frank's 'New York, New York,' intending to live in the "concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh." After months of being able to afford rent, nourishment, and a great deal of new, trendy items, I think I can finally say, "I made it!"

I love New York City. And one of the things I love most is the ability to poke fun at the many nuances that make New York what it is – an odd bubble where stranger things have happened. This illustrative endeavor is dedicated to that: New York Normal.