I drew this while spending time with my older sister's kids. Well, not this exact picture. I scribbled this one while they were watching, using Microsoft Expression instead of Adobe Illustrator. While Expression has some interesting functionality, it still has a ways to go for me to use it effectively. Even with such a terrible first draft, they were impressed. It doesn't take much to impress children these days.
It wasn't until I had time later, while waiting in the hospital, to turn the terrible Expression doodle into the one you see to the left. I took notes about the clothing and accessories they were wearing before they left. The shadows came to me late in the drawing. They made me laugh before I even started drawing them. It comes back to my terrible theory: until they are 26, all children are monsters because their brains are mushy. It should go without saying that this does not apply to my childhood.
We visit with Jennifer and Janie in NYC, and then head to Brooklyn for Passover with my family.
Sometimes the word "crap" isn't strong enough. I doodled this during a drought (a creative not water one). I was happy to put anything on the digital screen. Looking back, the monster reminds me of my earlier monster-doodling days.
We're getting back into our routine after our NY vacation. The weather has finally taken a turn for the better (albeit a bit unseasonably dark and cool this morning). I'm still slightly tanned--although that seems to be fading quickly. Except for brief moments standing in the ocean at the beach, like true Seattlites, in the Hamptons we both hid from the sun most of the time.
Ah, there's a monster with a small belly full of green liquid. This will be short. My mind has been on other things lately. Not that they're good for me, but they do keep me thinking and doing and worrying.
The balancing line between hungry monster, and satiated David is very thin. It's hard for me to know when I've crossed it. Julie has gotten good at pointing it out, and stuffing me with snacks to normalize my moods.
I just counted, and with my lax Horrible posting schedule, I have plenty of doodles to post during the Marathon. Now, if only I had plenty of words to write, this November would look less scary.
I wish the sleep monsters would take me away. I've not slept well the last few nights. I wake up more tired than when I went to sleep. This has to end. Hopefully soon.
Another glorious day in the Northwest (and by glorious, I mean alternating between clouds and suns). Now if only I can get through this busy, busy week.
Busy busy day.
Here's a Horrible I doodled after watching Where the Wild Things Are. I loved this movie. I read the book as a child but I don't remember much about it. I do remember that as a child I was very much like the main character in my weird emotional outbursts.
