up with figs, thanks but no
December 24, 2014
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.
Things I know I don’t want for Christmas so thank you anyway:
- Ebola
- Newscasters, etc., obsessing about ebola
- Chinese from that weird place around the corner. I don’t think it’s actually a restaurant.
- Another accordion.
- Anything processed.
- More lingerie, because, really, at this point, who are we kidding?
- Things that breathe and/or require food.
- Those smelly candles. You know the ones.
- Visits from your Aunt Margie. It’s not even character building anymore. It’s just sad, like Grey Gardens sad.
Other than that, though, the sky is the limit. I mean, you could get me the sky, but I’m not sure where we’d put it.
Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.
Dang, got a kitten, more fish and a candle so bad that, unlit, it has been relegated outdoors.
Oh, and, lots and lots of chocolate...which is pretty processed....
Posted by: Duren Thompson | January 01, 2015 at 09:44 PM