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.
Make a note: 9:37 a.m. on March 1 is the moment I’d officially had enough winter. I’m done not. I’m full up. There is no more room. Peddle your winter elsewhere. After ten weeks of not being able to see the ground, even my brown, hibernating lawn, my heart sings at any dash of color. Anything. Even the yellow of dog pee on a snow bank is starting to look sort of lovely, which is terrifying. And, yet, we’re at least four more weeks away from even a crocus or two. Maybe I feed the dog some beets, I can pretend spring is busting out all over?
Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.