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Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Up with Figs: Yearbook

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.

That’s the thing about life. Well, one of the things about it. I’m not saying this thing is everything about life, just that it comes up more than you might think. I’m over-explaining again, aren’t I?

So the thing I was talking about is that it’s never the person you think you should be worried about who ends up causing all of the trouble. Take the Dude in the picture next to mine in our college yearbook. We all thought he’d do something crazy that changes life as we know it. Or, if nothing else, gets chucked in jail. But no. He’s a pediatric dentist in North Carolina. Kids love him.


The one we should have been worried about looked totally average. That’s the one who crashed the Greek economy. Seriously. All it took was a bottle of Ouzo, a stick of gum, and Pilot Rollerball pen.


You just never know. Am I right?



Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman



Sunday, March 22, 2015

Peek

A small, small bit of the massive project I'll be working on for what feels like the next three years.



Text and illustrations ©Lisa Horstman. All rights, bub.




Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Up with Figs: Throne Colors

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



Friday, March 13, 2015

Hold on to your hats!

The Sabrina Marketing Commerce Engine is revving its engine.




Hold on to your acorn hats! Yesterday the publisher sent their talented videographer, Gary Wilson, to the house to film yours truly working inside my studio for a Sabrina promo video.

I couldn't weasel out of it, so I squirmed my way through it, blathering on about how the squirrel puppets are crafted and how I combined their images with illustrated backgrounds.


And he said, "What are you blathering on about?"



There will be a website with info about the book coming up soon, too. I'll provide a link once it goes live.

And copies of the book will arrive via the slow boat from China (via the Panama Canal up to the Port of New York) sometime between March 20-25.


Stay tuned.




Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Up with Figs: And I says to him I says

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.




And so I says to him I says Nicky, you just gotta work through this beef with Vito otherwise Vicky the Nose is gonna get involved and you don’t want a visit from Little Tony. If Big Tony shows up, you might be OK, I says. It’s Little Tony you’ve gotta look out for. You know what he has the stones to tell me? That he and Little Tony got each other’s back and that he's got nothing to worry about. Not like me, he says, and points to my ashtray. Those are gonna kill you.



Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Up with Figs: Blah

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.







Make a note: 9:37 a.m. on March 1 is the moment I’d officially had enough winter. I’m done now. 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 if 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.





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.





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