Before It Was Something

There are 3 major ways the sketchiness you see at She Sure is Sketchy becomes marketable art. Usually I do a sketch. I look at it. I put it aside. I think, “meh…” Weeks, months or years later I am woken at 3 am with a sudden knowledge of WHAT IT NEEDS TO BE!

Sometimes I go through my box o’paper (the bane of my mother’s existence in my childhood, now a tax asset). I find snibbits of long forgotten sketches in this idea house — even if it looks like it houses a gerbil. They suddenly speak to me. From nothing – something.

Sometimes, – the best times, I do a sketch and I just know. I know exactly what it will be. I know exactly how it will look. These flamingos are some such sketches. They’re the ‘OH man, this is gonna be SO good’ kind of work I do.

One great thing about this “Oh man I know exactly” process is how funny it is to witness. Even when I’m the only one staring into my full length mirror to my immediate left in my studio. I watch that girl there in the mirror bite her lip and scribble as fast as she can. Sometimes it looks like the page is going to combust. It’s like when a little kid tells you an imaginary story. You know the kind. The kind that run off in rambles:


You’re staring at them and they’re so excited they’re half laughing while they speed talk to make sure they get all THESE GREAT IDEAS out of their heads. The brilliance is just coming so fast. These stories make you grin even though they’re beyond reason. You love them all the more because they’re little bundles of lunacy.

I am often a little bundle of lunacy


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