Yes, Jordan and i have been working hard to get stuff ready for Angry and Mad, and Yes, my hands, wrist, and back are feeling the long hours put in over my illustration desk, and Yes, i haven’t eaten in hours, BUT that hasn’t stopped me from jumping onto Minecraft, breeding some cats and pigs (respectively), killing dozens of mobs, befriending a wolf, and subsequently getting lost in a jungle because i got too caught up jumping around on the vines. On a side note, that was a really long sentence. Possibly a run on. Okay, probably a run on. You’re Welcome
Archive for March, 2012
Okay, i missed it. I saw that it was 11:58 and i exclaimed some things i care not to type while trying to get in a post for today in less than two minutes. I know, it was a silly endeavor and i obviously was a little late. BUT, i’m not late by too terribly much so i consider it a small success. Yay me!
All day i have been working to get ready my part of the Angry and Mad experience. 4 drawings down and 3 more to go before Sunday. Part of that work, but not inclusive to Angry and Mad, was the completion of the tee shirt design for my old high school’s soccer team. Didn’t turn out too bad. I would’ve rather have had outlined letters, but my gut told me they would tell me to do it the way i did in the end. I don’t know if that made sense or not, i don’t really care, its late and you know what i probably mean….sort of… You’re Welcome
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I was bad yesterday. I didn’t post. When i started this whole daily post thing, i thought it was a matter of wills to keep it up. Like most people, giving up on things becomes second nature. Missing just one post is a slippery slope….
Jordan and i just got back from Macon, Georgia. We were drawing at their Cherry Blossom Festival which is toted as the Pinkest Party on Earth. People flocked to the stage dressed in pinks that were pinker than the Cherry Blossoms, and if Cherry Blossoms are anything like Flamingoes, that is not a good sign. Regardless, there was good music, wacky getups, good people, and pink pancakes. Everything you could ever want from a festival that celebrates flowers and the color pink.
Here are some highlights!
On Friday night, we experienced a very sudden storm complete with thunder, lightning, hail, cats, and dogs. One of the tents failed to stake their operation to the ground and suffered the consequences.
People love to bring their dogs to the park, and make them look as festive as they feel
And of course, the entertainment was mind blowing. Kids performed, Bands played, People rapped….badly, and….
And did i mention that the people there were awesome? i’m pretty sure i did
There you have it. A great show, good times, crazy ensembles, and the greatest friends ( and one husband who also falls in that category) that a gal like me could ask for. Until Next year Macon! You’re Welcome
Our stand this year, as it was the year prior, was placed right next to the biggest ice cream cone I’ve ever seen. Granted, the cone was the back of a tricked out trailer and the ice cream a giant inflated piece of tarp, but the whole setup looked pretty cool. The guy running it gave me as much ice cream as I wanted. And then a girl came in to replace him, and she too gave me as much ice cream as I could eat. The only down side was that this ice cream was non dairy, as is most ice cream at the fair. I got it for free so I can’t complain too much. I doodle how I feel when insight of their stand. You’re Welcome
I don’t feel like being creative in my post today, so here’s something adorable. She shook that poor fish just like Darla when she was given Nemo. FISHY! FISHY!You’re Welcome
“Should we get the color?”
“It’s all a matter of preference,” I tell them.
“Hmmmmm, I think we go color then, it look better.”
Inside, all I say is Nuts.
I really don’t mind color, but if I’m tired, or it’s cold out my desire drops to zero. In cold weather, the color sticks are hard and won’t stick,and I have to press 4 times harder to make a mark on the daggum paper. In general, it’s just tiring. Dot get me wrong, sometimes I love to color, but this post is for all those times when I… well… Don’t. I dedicate this last post of Live Caricature Week to the Black and White sketches I did this week The title is derived from the first posted sketch. Michael Jackson didn’t die, he made the change he always wanted.
A small disclaime; some do have limited color, but I feel they still count. You’re Welcome