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.
“That’s some interesting facial hair,” I thought as the guy driving the old pick-up truck made the left at the four-way light. “Kinda of a wolfman thing for Halloween.”
But it wasn’t.
As the truck passed me, two thoughts went through my head almost simultaneously:
“His entire face looks like one of those new-fangled, mottled, warty pumpkins with little tufts of hair glued on.”
Which was followed quickly by,
“Oh my God that poor guy.”
Can you imagine? And how much must that hurt?
I mean, upside, you can make it work for you one day out of the year.
Really, though, everything else is downside.
Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.