An image popped in my head last Friday as I was putting together a birthday box for my sister Erica, and I suddenly I knew I had no choice: I had to stop, drop, and roll over to my colored pencils and get to work pronto. Erica was the inspiration, as she is so totally super fly in ways too numerous to mention. (Well, O.K., here are some: She's beautiful. Whip smart. Incredibly insightful. Creative. Fa-Fa-Fa-Fashionable, I tell you. And phew! that's enough for now. The short list will have to suffice.) But another inspiring aspect was the fact that she'd recently bought 3 dresses in 3 different colors and sewed them together in a "I want them all, my way!" flurry of fashion-y chutzpah. So a big part of the image I saw involved the resulting dress. It also involved Pam Grier:
As well as the poster image for the movie Super Fly, which is, check it out, a color pencil drawing. (I knew colored pencils were S.F.)
The final result:
Oh my goodness, look how bad ass my sister is with Leo, her friend the A train, and an aquamarine umbrella we can all imagine might turn into a double-barrel shotgun if necessary. Which reminds me: Oh, how I wanted to draw my big sis with a big, double-barrel shotgun. But alas, that would have been so far out of character as to have been just plain wrong. Even faced with a dangerous criminal, my sister would find a way to get him/her to sit down and talk about his/her need for attention and how never knowing his/her father had perhaps contributed to a life of crime, rather than pistol-whipping him/her Pam style. That's just the non-violent way it is with this woman. And to each her own, right?
As well as the poster image for the movie Super Fly, which is, check it out, a color pencil drawing. (I knew colored pencils were S.F.)
The final result:
Oh my goodness, look how bad ass my sister is with Leo, her friend the A train, and an aquamarine umbrella we can all imagine might turn into a double-barrel shotgun if necessary. Which reminds me: Oh, how I wanted to draw my big sis with a big, double-barrel shotgun. But alas, that would have been so far out of character as to have been just plain wrong. Even faced with a dangerous criminal, my sister would find a way to get him/her to sit down and talk about his/her need for attention and how never knowing his/her father had perhaps contributed to a life of crime, rather than pistol-whipping him/her Pam style. That's just the non-violent way it is with this woman. And to each her own, right?
HAPPY BURFDAY, MY SISTAH!
2 comments:
this is quite awesome.
hi and i hear you are upstate, wish i was up in the woods, eating pie and drinking tea with the gang, nice drawings, keep up the great work, i'll trade, my birthdate is January 20, no hints, ha, talk late. neil.
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