Showing posts with label pen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pen. Show all posts

Saturday, April 28, 2012

The proof is in the pudding

Yes, in this instance, the proof really is in the pudding. Thinking of how to illustrate idioms, makes me giggle. Inspired by Lynn's postcard, I went online and checked out a number of sites that list out idioms (find one here). Scrolling through the list, I could not help but laugh imagining how I might draw:
He lost his head * Back seat driver * Flea market * A chip on his sholder * No room to swing a cat * Everything but the kitchen sink * Lend me your ear * Its raining cats and dogs
 Lynn reminded me, on the underbelly of her card, that not everyone could understand idioms. Non-native speakers and people on the autism spectrum are likely to not get them at all. Somehow I imagine them conjuring up the same images Lynn and I might if we were to draw these phrases, although just as likely is that they are just confused.  This also makes me think about times I have used idioms during work conversations in Ghana. I have a feeling that if you had been a fly on the wall you might have cracked up realizing that my staff thought I was speaking mumbo jumbo.

Tee hee.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Doodles lost

Lynn's discovery of an old sketchbook has been referenced a few times in the last few postings. It seems that the rediscovery of old doodles provided a real source of inspiration. This doodle is a piece cut out from that very same sketch book. I feel lucky to have gotten a corner, even if it means that next time the sketchbook is re-found it will be missing a piece. I like to think that perhaps its finder will come looking for the rest of the puzzle.

On the back, Lynn wrote, "And here is the only fun doodle I found in my sketch book. I like to think of phones like these. We had a rotary phone when I was in elementary school - and now kids have crickets/cellphones! Remember how cell phones exploded after Junior year? Sometimes it even amazes me that you can call me from Ghana. I guess I sound like an eighty year old with all this babble about 'the old days'."

Oh pal, you are my favorite Luddite. And, yes, I owe you a call.