martinimade

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective days 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 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 might make both minds more nimble. Hopefully.

It was the hat that made him do it, that turned ordinary Martin Ignatz into a hipster bartender who made his own bitters and artisanal mustache wax. He’d been an accountant, Martin had, but then he found the hat on the sidewalk walking home from work one day. And, bang. No more numbers in columns. No more 9-to-5 with lunch in a paper sack, made from grocery store cold cuts and American cheese. Now, he brined pickles and onions for the bar and snacked on hand-rubbed peanuts from a hyper-organic farm in Northwestern Alabama. 

The hat also whispered other things to him. Dangerous things. About charcuterie and hog slaughter. And other slaughters, too.

But, so far, Martin has been strong. 

So far.

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