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.

On Thanksgiving, I drove past one of the big cemeteries in town on my way home from the Turkey Trot. It was an extra cold day, even for November, and gray. Snow was falling, which it had been doing on and off all morning. My car window kept fogging up because I still warm from the run and I was thinking about all of the cooking that lay ahead. There was a car parked in the cemetery and a woman in a fur coat was standing in front of a grave, head low. And then I was past her on my way home.

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