Little Francky didn’t begin as a project. He didn’t even begin with a plan. He came from something much simpler and much more personal — a small piece of my childhood that stayed with me.
My mom has always drawn, not for an audience, but for us. Growing up, our house was full of her little sketches — corners of notebooks, small scraps of paper, the back of receipts she found in her bag. A lot of characters from my childhood came from her hand. They weren’t meant to be “art.” They were just part of the world I grew up in — soft, funny, sometimes strange, always comforting.
Little Francky is one of those characters.
When my mom drew him, it felt strangely familiar, like something that belonged to the same world I knew as a kid. There’s a bit of nostalgia in him — the round shapes, the gentle mood, the simplicity that reminds me of a time before everything became complicated.
That’s why I wanted to bring him online.
Not to turn him into a brand. Not to commercialize him.
But because he carries pieces of my childhood that still mean something to me today.
Putting him on the website is like opening a small window into that part of my life. It’s a way of sharing something that’s been quietly meaningful to me — something my mom created without expecting anything in return.
Maybe one day it will grow into something bigger.
Maybe it will stay small and personal.
Either way is fine.
For now, Little Francky is simply a character born from my mom’s drawings and tied to memories I don’t want to lose. And if someone out there connects with him — even a little — then that’s more than enough.
