Birthday card for my little sister. I call her shrimpy because she is small and shrimp-like.
This idea came from a typo on my grocery list. Then I decided to play with it in different media; an artistic frenzy, if you will.
From left to right, top to bottom: ink, Prismacolor, Staedtler Triplus, watercolour, Photoshop, Staedtler Triplus/Tombow.
When I came home from work one afternoon, I discovered my aunt had turned into a carnivorous plant. Finish the story here.
This piece first appeared at Quart Short Literary Reading Nights in Adelaide, and was also performed at Salon REaD, an emerging literary salon in Brisbane (photos of the latter below).
What I’ve been seeing; what I’ve been hearing.
Another Lynda Barry ‘Syllabus’ inspired cartoon: a record of one day.
(Obviously I am not very good at shaving.)
Even with the door shut I can smell the overpowering fragrance.
It resembles frangipani, only it is repulsive.
I have trouble getting to the door because of the smell, and when I grab the handle it flies open, propelled by the force of the vile stench within. I enter the room, moving through the still air like it is, in fact, a hurricane.
I locate the air freshener.
It’s a new device, in the shape of a Ferris wheel, with a big handle protruding from the centre. Around the sides are different holes, allowing for varying strengths of smell, and each strength has a label. I can now see why it smells so strongly: it is set to Oh, Lordy!
Bought paintbrush at Eckerselys. Very happy with paintbrush.
Looked up things to paint for inspiration. Too many ideas. Freaked out.
Used paintbrush to paint Lynda Barry ‘Syllabus’ inspired cartoon.
Very happy with cartoon.
Said the bride-to-be to her sister:
‘Mum wants me to have cake at the wedding, but I said, I hate cake! And she said you have to have cake at a wedding, and I said, I really hate cake. And she said, but what kind of cake would you have if you did have a cake, and I said I don’t want a cake, but if I had to have a cake I’d have a chocolate cake. And she said, you don’t have chocolate cake at a wedding, you have fruit cake. And I said I don’t want any cake! but she wasn’t listening so I’m probably going to end up with a fruit cake. God! I hate cake!’
Said the mother of the bride-to-be to her other daughter:
‘Your sister wants a chocolate cake at her wedding.’