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.

What is a hatchet, Henny thought, as she scratched and pecked around the yard. What is the stockpot? It is all a rumor, clucked by fools, who worry too much about what it all means. If the end is going to come, it will come, bourne by the hands of those who’ve sustained your life. Seems only fair, Henny thought. They give to us; we give to them. 

And, yet, it nagged. Grain was easy for them to give. Her life was more dear. 

But isn’t that what the clucking sages said? That we should give until we hurt, so that we are guaranteed a better spot in the beyond?  

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