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up with figs, mother's little darling

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.

Mother's little darling

Really, mother? A puppy? Why on earth would you give me a puppy? 

You know full well that insects are my true passion, that no other animal could compare to the glory that is the Gryllotalpa brachyptera or the Opodiphthera eucalypti. Squeamish much, mother? Didn’t want to find long-nosed weevils in your underpant drawer again? 

It was an accident, remember. No way I would foul my weevils with your undergarments. Indeed, mother. They are still not over the trauma.


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

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poor puppy.

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