up with figs, room with a view
October 31, 2012
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 had that dream again. The one where we have moved because you made the executive decision to quit your job and pack us up to someplace new. I used to wake up incandescent with rage at my subconscious version of you for the disorientation, for the disconnection and for the sheer fact that the houses you picked were always falling apart on some fundamental level. But last night, you moved us near my hometown. We were deep in the mountains and the view from the backyard was glorious, all soft yellows and oranges and reds. I took pictures with my cell phone so that I could show all of my friends back in our old city how lovely the new place was.Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.