Saturday, August 29, 2009

Back For Another Round.

Ah, it's good to be back at the office.

Where I too can take place in challenges like this one.
I agree, Janessa really took this challenge, hands down.
An interpretive view of the DnD table...
...& an even more interpretive view involving sausages.
Stay tuned. It's gonna be a messy, creative watercolour drenched fall for DnD.

Having A Metatexual Conversation About A Word That Doesn't Exist.

The final leg of DnDnD2K09. On the ninth day of driving, our minds vanished.

3168.4 miles. Yes I added an extra zero. For emphasis.
Driving through Pennsylvania, inventing a new grammatical structure.
At least we had an adventure involving animals maybe.
Chipmunks? Moths? Pure Evil?
I guess we're both sausages now.

We're back in town, fo' sure.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Talkin' Trash.

Some randomness from the road trip.
Don't worry, the conversation in the car got way weirder than this by the end.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

More From The Road.

New Orleans to Baton Rouge & back to Asheville, via Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, & Tennessee, from the front passenger seat of a 1994 Subaru station wagon.

I've got the beer & the sunglasses. Those are the important things, right?
Through the Louisiana wetlands to Baton Rouge.
Your name is Jedidiah, why do you have that muffler?
Everyone knows Bubba.
Always let the driver take the pictures.
Now, if we only knew when the chipmunks decided to join us in the car...

That French Broad Destroyed Me

In Asheville, at our new home away from home, the Bier Garden, there's this incredible local beer called the French Broad Wee-Heavy. $3.50 a pint & around 7%. It's safe to say that that beer did many terrible things to Drinking & Drawing.
Asheville, we love you, but we're not sure we could survive living in you.
Or if we did, Jed might never wear pants, & I might end up being the one with the short shorts.
Thanks Asheville, for showing us such an awesome time.
We met a lot of great people in you, & we'll be back someday.

Monday, August 24, 2009

It's Like We're Already Locals

Behold, the epic Jaron of Asheville in his natural habitat:

Also, from the road: this is what Liz drinks. Constantly. I do not understand:
Do you?

Be Careful. Don't Break No Hearts.

Jack's Place. Port Allen, Louisiana.
Where we learned that Southern ladies are better.

Heading North.

We Weren't Kidding About the Gator.

What We Ate In Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
Thanks Chris & Ginny. That was incredible.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Y'all Do Shots of Jager?

We assumed that was a rhetorical question. Isn't it?
Thanks, Wendy.

Very hungover on the bank of the Mississippi at Jackson Square the next morning, drawing some birds & drinking a tallboy in a paperbag.
Then we headed to Baton Rouge/Port Allen, Louisiana. Drawings to follow whenever we next set up jed's scanner by the side of the highway.
Currently back at the Bier Garden in Asheville, daydreaming about the meal we ate in Baton Rouge last night (oh hells yeah I drew it).

No Explanation Needed.

One Beer Ain't Gonna Hurt You, Boy: New Orleans, LA.

We wake up in New Orleans. We find a cat. One of many.

Then we find a crab sandwich.
& wind up in the Bywater BBQ, my drinking spot from back in the day.
Followed by the free shrimp boil at the R bar in the Marigny that made all of our lives a little better. As did the $5 PBR & double shot of jameson special.
Much later in the evening we also found this order of broccoli & cheese at the verti mart, & ate it at Harry's in the French Quarter with more PBR.
By some incredible twist of fate we also found Wendy at the R Bar, who took us down the Bourbon Mile.
& then we had a moment on the bank of the Mississippi River.
Thank you to Liz & David for their amazing hospitality, Wendy & Co. for taking the drunkeness up another level, Rascal & Dixie for being awesome, Jaron for his patience while jed & I took hours to upload some drawings, & the man with the harmonica for creating that moment.

Current Location: Port Allen, Louisiana.
Stay tuned for the drawings I did last night from a small town South Louisiana bar, possibly posted from a Waffle House. If we can find one. Anywhere. Or everywhere.

Drinking [Milk] and Drawing

I injured my drawing hand yesterday, so it might just be Liz posting for a day or two, but thankfully I've found some pinch hitters to tide me through our escape from New Orleans. Thanks for this, Jaron:

He also took a crack at drawing Liz and me sitting on a bench in a NOLA park, but his stick figure efforts were later trumped by the brilliant color work of Madeline and Peyton, who are 3:

After their warmup they tried a bit of tandem abstract expressionism:

I know lots of people think our work is kind of crap, but it's always a little harsh when small children who "have trouble with the color blue" paint circles around you. Good work, ladies.

Friday, August 21, 2009

File Under "C" for Crazy

DnD Arrives in NOLA.

"This Is A Seductive City."

First bartender drawn in the city of New Orleans:

"I'm Born & Raised In New Orleans."

French Fry Po'Boy & A Coconut Hubig's Pie
from the Verti Mart, eaten at the bar.
Be still my heart.

"At Least the Ladies Room has a Door?"

Bourbon Street. New Orleans. Louisiana. Or is it Burbon Street?

Liz and I have funny ways of drawing the same things, but different.

Not that different though.

"Quick, Take a Drawing!"

We all have our own versions:

Of this awesome bridge into New Orleans:

It turns out that drawing bridges at 70 miles per hour is not as easy as it sounds.

Drawing on the Road

With the addition of third driver Jaron, both Liz and I were able to do some road drawings on the trip between Asheville, NC and NEW ORLEANS, LA. Also, we're just combining authors into single posts here.

Show Chickens?

God's Sky:

A Subaru station wagon with MASS plates full of hipsters & watercolours heads south through Alabama.

"Pens? Where we're going, we don't need pens."