up with figs, under the shed
May 08, 2013
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.
Mr. Hoppity Whiskers knew that great damp snout could only signify one thing: that Fluffy wanted to eat him all up should she get the chance.
But, really, Fluffy just wanted to curl up at the foot of his bunny-sized armchair on a cold, rainy Sunday while Mr Hoppity Whiskers drank a nice warm cup of tea.
Which says something about the difference between perception and reality -- but Mr Hoppity Whiskers was too busy shitting his lederhosen to enjoy the finer points of the metaphor.
Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.
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