6.25 x 10.25 Ink on paper

Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days

He recognized long ago that he wasn’t like the others. Physically, he didn’t belong. His stubby antlers never reached a length of more than a few inches. And he honestly didn’t care for foraging or trudging through four feet of snow in the dead of winter.

Not handsome by nature’s standards – that required a six point rack at the least – but sharp as a tack. Numbers were his thing.

So he packed his bags and made his way to the city. Wall Street specifically – where a fine suit and silk tie trumped antlers hands down, and numbers were the name of the game.