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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Up with Figs: Sluggo

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives 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 to the 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 makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.



Thumper Smith idolized Sluggo not for his casual outlook on this game called life but for his hairstyle, or lack thereof. Thumper also envied Sluggo’s nickname, which at least seemed tough and rowdy rather than bunny-ish and Disneyfied. Thumper tried to sell the “Thump” part but couldn’t pull it off. He blamed his hair, really, and planned to spend some quality time with his mom’s Venus razor once he managed to roll out of bed. Which would be any time now. Any time.

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



Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Good Advice from Patti Smith








"I’ve done records where it seemed like no one listened to them. You write a poetry book that maybe, you know, 50 people read. And you just keep doing your work because you have to, because it’s your calling….What matters is to know what you want and pursue it. And understand that it’s gonna be hard. Because life is really difficult. You’re gonna lose people you love, you’re gonna suffer heartbreak, sometimes you’ll be sick, sometimes you’ll have a really bad toothache. 

But on the other end, you’ll have the most beautiful experiences. Sometimes just the sky. Sometimes, you know, a piece of work that you do that feels so wonderful, or you find somebody to love, or your children. There’s beautiful things in life. So when you’re suffering…it’s part of the package.


I say, stay strong, try to have fun but stay clean, stay healthy, because you have a lot of challenges ahead, and be happy."


—Patti Smith



Up with Figs: Murder

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives 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 to the 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 makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.


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



Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Up With Figs: Cat Walk

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives 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 to the 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 makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.




Yes, Hamish, you have every right to be proud. Get it? “Proud??” Like bunch of lions? You’re walking a kitty cat? 

Well I thought it was funny. You don’t have to get all sniffly about it.

Fine. 

Anyway, what I was going to say was it is an amazing thing that Sir Fluffer Waffle will walk on a leash. I do. But what I never said was that it couldn’t be done. I knew it could be, for someone as determined as you.

No, I did mean anything by that. You are just a man of strong will, is all.

Fine.

What I actually said was that it shouldn’t be done because, seriously? It’s unnatural, Hamish. Cats on leashes. It’s like goldfish in water goblets. You can do it, sure, but it tends to not work out well for anybody.

Yes, I will be like that. And, no, this has nothing to do with what you said about my mother.


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





Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Up with Figs: Feel the Burn

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives 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 to the 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 makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.






So this lady at the gym on Saturday, older, like 70s, maybe, just put herself through what has to be the most ineffective workout ever. She spent, like, ten seconds on the bike then leapt off to rearrange one setting or another, then jumped back on, for, like, ten more seconds, then did it again. And again and again. I mean, maybe, that was her intended workout, the pedaling like a fiend for a few seconds then leaping but, yeah, it didn’t seem like that was her intention, because she was also talking to herself the entire time. For a good 20 minutes, while I did my crunches and lunges, she was like a manic hummingbird, up and down and gibbering away. Then she moved to the rowing machine, then back to the bike. Weird, right?

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



Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Up with Figs: Killer Squirrel

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives 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 to the 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 makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.



I’ve long been convinced that, if reincarnation exists, the best living thing to come back as would be a squirrel on a college campus. They just always look like they are having the best time ever, those squirrels, chasing each other around trees and picking up ramen crumbs and not worrying too much about cars and cats. And, it almost goes without saying, pelting undergrads on the noggins with nuts, which is the real draw, when you get right down to it.

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



Monday, January 26, 2015

Sabrina: a quick preview

More sneak peeks for the upcoming picture book, Sabrina, available March 2015 from Great Smoky Mountains Association, a nonprofit organization affiliated with Great Smoky Mountains National Park. All of its proceeds go back into the welfare of the national park. Here is their website. You will be able to buy the book via the website or at any of the park's visitor centers, as well as via many online booksellers. I will update once the book is published and available for ordering.

Most of the books published by GSMA are paperbacks because the millions of people passing through the Smokies on vacation don't really want to purchase hardcover books to haul around while they're there. GSMA is considering publishing Sabrina in hardcover as well as softcover, however, because many people feel hardcover children's books are more durable. The hardcover will cost more to produce, so if GSMA decides to do it, the print run will likely be quite small. I'll keep you updated on that, too.

About Sabrina, a baby flying squirrel, from the book's back cover:

When Sabrina falls into a red squirrel nest, she creates quite a fuss. Just who is this critter who has landed in their home? She sort of looks like them, except for her big, googly eyes and her arm flaps. And she always wants to sleep during the day instead of at night, when the red squirrels sleep. 
But it’s a good thing this misfit stays awake at night, as the red squirrels soon discover…












Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Up with Figs: The Winter of His Discontent

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives 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 to the 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 makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.




The Lothario of Smith Street hates the winter. 

It’s not the ice or the cold or the snow. That the Lothario can handle.

His hate stems from all the fine females who wear big, puffy coats. He can’t admire their fine forms, is what draws his ire. The Lothario can’t tell which chicks to make a move on when, in the big, puffy coats and acres of hats, scarves, and socks, he can’t even tell if they are, indeed, fine females. 

It frustrates the Lothario, who yearns for some quality Spring wooing.

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



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