Anntonia Jackson was born in a volcano filled with red and orange pillows and sketchbooks. She grew up eating sketchbook paper and drinking rain water. When she was four years old, she came across a pencil. Taking the foreign object in her tiny fist, she decided right then and there to be the greatest artist to ever emerge from a pillow-filled volcano. She was nearly dead from starvation when we found her. Art, you see, is more important than eating. Always. She exploded from the volcano in a ball of artistic flair and proceeded to stun the world with her awesome-ness. It was a little bit like the second coming, only better.