My name is Scott Thigpen. I go by Thig. I’m a visual artist and illustrator based in the American South, operating somewhere between professional storytelling and a long-running inside joke. Over the years, I’ve worked with studios like DreamWorks, Sony Animation, and The Wall Street Journal. Brands like Coca-Cola, Toyota, Penguin Books, and McGraw Hill have all made the questionable decision to hire me. Even my mom did once. That counts.
If you enjoy absurd satire, local weirdness, and watching someone unravel through increasingly elaborate comics, welcome. You’ve found your people.
The Long Drawn-Out Backstory (Pun Fully Intended)
I started drawing before I could spell my name. (And honestly, “Thugpin” is still how autocorrect thinks it should go.) I studied design back when computers whirred like dying insects and picked up animation because nothing screams “stable job” like 24 drawings per second.
When I’m not pretending to be a functioning adult, I dive into sci-fi, weird video games, and the kind of trivia that serves no practical use. Drawing aside, I also write satire. In addition, you can check out Thigville, my fictional local news outlet, or subscribe to my newsletter to see how I turn existential dread into jokes, drawings, and digital chaos. In fact, that’s probably why you’re still reading.
Over the years, I’ve bounced between studio teams and freelance chaos. That’s led to gigs with billion-dollar brands—and with that one guy who paid me in beer and a bootleg De La Soul CD. Along the way, I’ve exhibited my work. In addition, There have been times I’ve ghostwritten projects I’ll never get credit for, and created pitch decks entirely in Procreate because Adobe decided to give up. I even worked on the original Shrek (yes, that one).
One time, I rode a single-speed mountain bike across the country. Not because I’m athletic or a badass. Rather, it sounded funny at the time. Still, it sort of was—but mostly wasn’t.
These days, I toggle between sketchbooks, iPads, and existential spirals depending on the time of day. I make comics, illustrations, and satirical stories for humans with short attention spans and long memory drives.
My creative career has included solo freelancing, studio burnout, brief flirtations with gallery shows, and a long list of clients who usually say something like, “wow, that was… different.” I take that as a compliment.
What Kind of Art Is This, Exactly?
Imagine if Edward Gorey had a sketchy cousin who loved cartoons and maybe got kicked out of a folk-punk band. That’s the vibe. On the other hand, maybe it’s Ralph Steadman meets newspaper comics. It’s dark. It’s playful. It’s usually holding a grudge.
I’m not aiming for mass appeal. I’m aiming for resonance—the kind that makes someone laugh, flinch, or quietly say, “what the hell is this and why do I love it?”
Watch Me Work (Kinda Like Magic, But With More Undo Steps)
Here’s a quick Procreate timelapse so you can see what it looks like when someone draws for hours and compresses it into 15 seconds like a sadistic art montage.
(Actual soundtrack not included, but if it was, it’d probably be a lot of screaming.)
Want to Own One of These Glorious Abominations?
If anything you’ve seen here made you laugh, cry, or question your taste in art—good news:
I sell prints, originals, and occasionally things that can be legally shipped through the postal service.
👉 Visit the Shop — stocked with weird, lovingly crafted, high-quality nonsense.
New stuff drops whenever I feel like being productive.
Where to Stalk Me Online (Digitally, Not in a Weird Way)
Because I’m incredibly sought after, unbelievably sexy, and endorsed by my wife (which is all that really matters), you can find me haunting the usual platforms: