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up with figs, all the presidents' wigs

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.

Presidential wigs

Nita knows Election Season is just around the corner. Just today, three unrelated people — two men and one woman, if you care — came in asking for “Presidential Hair,” whatever the heck that means. But Nita aims to find a wig for every head, even the “presidential” ones, and spent tall of her working hours pulling the short-and-serious wigs off the shelves. No baldies, of course. No Farrah flips. Certainly no mullets. Apparently, the right hairdo is crucial for elected office these days. Or, if you don’t have the right hair already in place, a willingness to fake it.

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


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