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up with figs, gym buddies

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.

Gym buddiesThere’s an older couple -- by which I mean twenty-five-ish years older than me, which will remain my ever-moving benchmark of older, even when I’m in my 80s (should I be so lucky) -- who I see every morning at the gym. He’s lean and weathered and looks like a reincarnated Finnish fisherman from the late 1800s. She’s lean, too, but less weathered and fishermanish. But certainly still trim.

Every morning I see them, he is critiquing every possible aspect of her form and effort while she complains about her knees. His disdain stays just on this side of contempt -- but only just. I’d punch him in the neck if I were her. I’m not her, though, and she must be getting something out of it, because they’re back the next morning, repeating the same exercises again.

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


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