up with figs, hammock hang
September 11, 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.
Dear Lisa,
Your recent illustration (“hammock hang”) makes it clear that we couldn’t diverge more wildly when it comes to appreciating seasons. Don’t get me wrong; the piece is gorgeous. I’d put it on my wall if it didn’t represent “sadness about the end of summer laziness and a return to the hecticness of fall.” I can’t abide summer. By the end of August, I’m ready to chew through the heat and humidity and get some shit done already.
If, however, this illo is a thickly veiled commentary on the plight of Syria vis a vis chemical weapons and Russian hanky-panky, well, then, I apologize.
Hugs, Kisses,
Me.
Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.
Or maybe it's depicting the enjoyment of a miraculously cool day right before all the leaves start dropping and you have to rake like mad.
August in NYC was crazy cool this year, so now I'm regretting living a hammock-free existence.
Posted by: Jen Anderson | September 11, 2013 at 09:58 AM