By Chris Cerone
Outside, insects buzzed loudly in desperate revelry at the end of the summer, and for Richard and Yvette, bedtime had come and gone. They were getting close to finishing, though. Only ten more colorful doodles for their granddaughter’s party tomorrow. Of course, it wasn’t strictly speaking necessary to mock up dozens of different depictions of Disney princesses by hand, but they were the type of people who saw no limits to what could or should be done in service of a grandchild.
The work, at this point two or three hours of it, had been a more or less pleasant experience, though, Richard thought to himself, as he continued in his labor of love. There was a certain joy in putting crayon and marker to paper, and he enjoyed sneaking in little jokes into each of his small pieces of art.[Read more…] about Some Small Skill