It was the year 2000. I was 15. My dad took me to the doctor because my tonsils were swollen and infected. The doctor told me I would need a tonsillectomy. I had the surgery and the doctors told me it was a success and I would heal up and be fine.
The night after I left the hospital, as I was sleeping in my bed, I shot awake with blood gushing out of my mouth. It was an obscene amount of blood, like something straight out of Kill Bill.
My mom ran to grab a huge metal mixing bowl from the kitchen to catch the blood. I was quickly filling the bowl. What's worse was that every time the blood would clot it would block my airway and I would have to cough up the clot and start hemorrhaging again.
I was rushed to the emergency room. It was in the middle of rural Michigan at 3 a.m. so surgeons were helicoptered in for an emergency operation. The doctors told me I only had 30 mins until I died from blood loss. It turns out I was a bit of a medical anomaly. They told me I had 2 veins on one side of my throat and the average human only has one. The pressure of the extra vein caused the suture in my throat to burst open.
When I was finally released from the hospital I was weak and on a lot of Vicodin. I got the idea to start creating animations by drawing frame by frame with my mouse on Microsoft Paint. I sequenced the thousands of frames together and my animations were born.
I just stumbled across them on my hard drives tonight and I still think they're really cool. Each animation would take a few weeks to complete. It's interesting to see the art I was creating at 15, and I wanted to share them with all you.
They are displayed in the order that I created them in. Enjoy.
I was a little weirdo when I was 15. But I guess I still am.