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 ought not work. Sticking needles in your body ought to have a negative effect. Skin punctures are bad. And yet.
Yes, granted, I smell like exotic and potentially illegal herbs of various sorts. I’ve been told about damp spleens and dry tongues and wind. I’ve been rubbed with unguents and oils like a prime cut of beef bound for a hot grill. Any yet.
I can turn my head to the left again. And to the right, which is a nice change. My shoulders don’t feel like cement blocks. My brain refuses to race or even, in fact, move to the starting line. All good things.
But I still resist the idea that it works, despite all of the evidence to the contrary.
Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.