martinimade

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch—either in illustration or word form—and the other would make a companion to the sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.

I have been enlightened. My role in the universe has been made clear. My sole function is to return items to where they belong.

That pencil jammed into the sofa cushions? I’d be delighted to return it to the pen mug. It is what I was put on this earth for.

Your barrettes? Your hairbrush? Your headbands? I am their keeper. Please scatter them like so many flower seeds.

I am honored to know the righteousness of cleaning out your closet. My way is clear.

Those flip-flops you left in the middle of the kitchen that I then tripped over while holding the smoking hot pot of polenta? I shall return them to the shoe closet once the burns heal.

Just as the dung beetle has his role in the great cycle of life, I have mine. I live merely to roll your shit into a giant sphere.

Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.