Honestly folks, my writing skills suck in my opinion and there are photos of me which make me want to curl up in a cave in horror. But, the opportunity to tell my legion of fan about these incredible works of art are worth any bit of personal humiliation. Cause, I’m a giver.
Did ja know the Terra Cotta Warriors are in Southern California until October 12th? Now you do! Thanks will be accepted in comments. More sketches after the jump… Read the rest of this entry »
Ah the pen. Or, in this case, the keyboard and it’s mightiness. This image is a teaser for a little essay I wrote about the ugly hulk that currently lives in our front yard. The thing anyone who drives by our house sees FIRST! This and other random musings will appear for awhile on ocregister.com’s ocmoms site. Sometimes, I’ll be bitching. But not always :)
Technically, I’m not an OC mom (to me, a blessing :) but I work there and grew up there and two of my placenta’s were left at St. Joseph’s hospital in Orange…
I’m SQUEALING! That’s how excited I am for the new season of MadMen. And how much do I heart the New York Times? T H I S M U C H! If you didn’t see today’s magazine, go here and read all about one of my favorite shows. And this season? Could ja switch on the AMC and watch yourself some tv brilliance?
Full disclosure, Lauren told me about the show first so she gets her props. But when I tried to spread the love, who listened?
I was once called by a high level manager his “little art girl.” So I can relate to the hold-over cave man attitudes of 50’s era men. My favorite character is the delicious January Jones as Betty. Confused, repressed, getting ready to snap. YUMMY!
Speaking of confusing, why am I blogging when I’m trying to be on hiatus? Because even I can’t shut myself up…
Their names are inspired by the movie Multiplicity, which was pretty funny. What busy person wouldn’t want clones to pitch in?
The freeway-abandoned kittens are still cute and look so alike that it’s hard for us to tell them apart. Except that one is really active and alert and the other one kinda stares up at people and sleeps a lot.
They’re twins, yeah. But the idea that the 3rd clone of an original would be dopey cracks me up.
So I’ll say it twice and throw in a pink poodle. I wrote all about my feelings over at ocregister.com on the OCmoms page. Now, every well-meaning sports fan is boring me MORE with sports junk. Some want to convert me, some want to enlighten me. Then, there are those that think I don’t belong anywhere NEAR the sacrosanct sports section of ocregister.com. Punks.
Yaaaawwwwn. Sports. Now, drawing the goofy artist from the movie 101 Dalmations, that’s some fun. Here’s a great blog where Michael Sporn breaks down the “art student’s” walking sequence. Cool! I cringe every time I see this part of the film because, let’s face it; No matter how adorable I draw myself, I really look just like that character. Even my kids say it. Boo hoo.
Also, I feel sorry for myself because I want to redesign this stinkin’ site and there are just not enough hours in the day.
Click here to see my thoughts on the Thursday NBA Playoff game. If you don’t die of boredom, I’ll be proud of you.
I’m singing and yelling because even my mom got confused by the last entry. Is this the end of Life Illustrated? NO, but kinda yes. A couple of weeks ago, I said I’d redesign. Then some hell broke loose and I’ve had to live in triage mode. Leading me to break the promise of a shiny new design.
Life Illustrated is the progression from Sketch Life, my old blog from the OC Register. That one started as a way to gnash my teeth online in sketch form. Same with Life Illustrated but I’ve lost my muse for the blog as it is now.
So, some time off while I earnestly learn css and fine tune some stuff. I’ll be back in a couple of months I think — but like the illo says, no promises as to when.
If you like the archives and want to comment or want to be on my mailing list, I’ll keep reading your kind and interesting words. Here’s the address: lisa (at) lisamertins.com.
Way too pooped to elaborate but I finished this sketchbook. I want to thank my supporters, even those that aren’t my friends. Words are too paltry to express my gratitude (how about a kiss instead?)…
Ok, I know I wasn’t supposed to laugh, but come on! How funny is it that my husband Joe was honest to God pissed off yesterday that I told him the Laker game was boring at the half? Seriously! Huffing and puffing and all “I told you not to tell me!!!” That’s what bugs me about sports. It makes it’s fans kinda dumb. Well, that and with professionals, it all seems so predictable. I know it’s conspiracy theory that things are rigged and everybody’s talking about it but I just don’t buy what feels like manufactured drama.
I told him I had to watch the stupid Laker game because I was assigned to. Live, not taped. Well, that part made him happy. Because every sports fan knows you don’t tape a finals game for crying out loud.
We watched the first 1/2 hour and then I had to vow not to watch any more until he got back from an errand. A very important errand of course because why else would he leave a half hour into the game?
I swear, I didn’t watch the it while he was gone! Well, ok, I watched the Lakers live chat on OCRegister.com. It was more fun than watching the game while he was gone anyway. Read the rest of this entry »
Oh, wacky, geeky, youthful good times. I remember fondly the midnight showings of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, mostly at the Balboa in Newport but sometimes on Sunset boulevard — my pal Teri and I went for years in the late 70’s. What a blast it was just being silly.
My favorite character was Little Nell when she sang about Meatloaf — “he stared at me and I felt a change, time meant nothin’ never would again,” I loved it. Oh yeah, the next time you see me, just ask, I can sing all the words to the Time Warp and you betcha, I know the dance.
Hey terrific! They’re doing a RHPS revival to raise funds for restoring the theater.
If I were but a carefree girl, I’d go. And I’d bring my toast!
My friend, the very droll Phil Loubere did this graphic for the Register:
I can barely look at it without cracking up. It’s perfectly wry! Click here to see the cast of the movie thrust their pelvises!
This post puts me in the mommyblog category. What an honor. Today’s Hannah’s 13th birthday so I’m going to make this short.
Hannah, you are deeply adored. I vow to raise you from this day forward the very best I can with ALL the tools in my box.
And you know something? You are so much like me, you are in for a FANTASTIC life. Try to remember that, k?
(This counts as a picture from our garden right? One of the best flowers we have :) Damn, gotta quit making promises that I break — like the one last week where I said I’d post garden pictures every weekend)
I’ve wanted to talk about how cool it is for me to commune with other artists from around the world. When I post on Illustration Friday and get comments from other artists, I get to find out where they’re from. This week, I heard from colleagues in the UK, France (? I think) and Iran. I’ll start adding links here to the sites I like.
Mam’zelle Rouge inspired me so much that I did the illo above on cardboard for the Register. I turned it around quick because that’s the new way. I REALLY like that painting on cardboard, which I get a lot of and feel so guilty about even when I recycle it, says something about disposable art. Get it?
I think it’s interesting that what you see here will (maybe) run at ocregister.com while the print version will not have the cardboard background because it’s hard to design around a box in print. I think boxed art looks better online. Anyone have any thoughts about this? Or about me painting on cardboard after seeing Mam’zelle’s work? Am I being too derivative (feeling so unsure of every decision I make lately)?
…baby, all the time. Illustration Friday’s word for the week is — BABY! This is an idear brewing for a painting. I’m exploring the idea of pet “ownership.” What if the world were more like Planet of the Apes?
Weekends, I’ll continue to post photos of our garden. This shot of a Western tussock caterpillar makes me feel like a photographer. Isn’t he handsome? I fed him to Maxwell the rooster because he’s an oak tree pest.
Ok, this is kind of a fake-ity post. Anybody who’s visited this week (thanks!) read my manifesto about switching up this blog. The only thing I figured out was how to add a plugin.
Sigh.
So the ugly presentation of the video in my sidebar is gone and TA-DA! Here’s a much more civilized look at Suzanne’s video of the Register art studio. Hahaha, not MY studio, we share it of course (don’t tell Suzanne I’m not the Queen, k?):
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