You take notes your way in your business meetings, and I’ll take them mine.

You take notes your way in your business meetings, and I’ll take them mine.
When one finds oneself with an inordinate amount of time on one’s hands where absolutely nothing constructive can possibly be taking place, one must be prepared to pass the hours with a sketchbook. I found myself in such a predicament just last week at something that can cause a shudder in even the bravest of men. Yes, I had jury duty. (insert terrifying scream here)
With my trusty sketchbook in hand, I sat in the waiting room at the courthouse sketching fellow jurors around the room, but also some monsters creeped out of my pencil onto the pages. (The two are not necessarily mutually exclusive.) Monsters such as the neighborly ones you saw in my previous post started as sketches that day, as well as the blue monster of dubious wizardry you can see below.
I say “dubious” because he hasn’t displayed one bit of magic yet, and quite frankly, I think he bought the hat at a novelty shop.
Neighbors. We all have them: big neighbors, little neighbors, happy neighbors, gardening neighbors, elderly neighbors – even crazy cat lady neighbors. The one type of neighbor that many people could say was perhaps the most annoying, the most insanity inducing, the most unbelievably invasive, and the most downright selfish is the NOISY NEIGHBOR!
Noisy neighbors can look just like you and me. They actually seem normal when observed in public. They are livin’ the dream in their SUV like 99.7% of America, they take their kids to school, then to soccer practice, and enjoy time together at restaurants and shopping malls. In fact, they might look just like MY neighbors.
However, underneath those quintessential gee whiz exteriors lie the hearts of beasts so inhumane and insensitive to their surroundings, that they look down with pleasure from their worldly perch to derisively sneer at the little people below them. I speak as one of those little people literally from below who has grown weary of the derision over the past year.
The creatures who live above me have far and away been the noisiest neighbors ever to occupy that apartment in the sixteen years this has been my home. From the first day they moved in, it has been an incessant stream of late night hammering, cabinet crashing, chairs scraping, toilet seat smashing, foot stomping, running, jumping, music playing so loud that lyrics can be heard, somersaulting, bass thumping, doors slamming, and I’m pretty sure buffalo herding. I’ve thought about giving them a “Noisiest Neighbor” trophy, but the above descriptive inscription would cost too much to engrave since the trophy shop charges per letter.
You can always tell when the husband gets home because you can trace exactly where he walks by the sure-footed thuds of what must be steel-toed military boots that are weighted down further with bags of coins tied around his ankles. Their young daughter of possibly seven years old has apparently not yet learned to walk because one can only hear her run wherever she goes in that confined 800 square foot space. (I think she may be training for the summer olympics gymnastics team.) Even when they go out, their cat tears around the joint as if forever teased by a never ceasing laser pointer. The only one who is usually quiet is the wife, unless they are either fighting or making up.
I know what you are thinking. “Boy this guy is super sensitive to noise.” No. I’ve had my share of interesting neighbors. I’ve lived through the screaming Koreans, the drug dealer, the weekend partiers, the smelly pot smokers, a family of four with two little kids who were VERY well behaved and considerate, and even a sweet couple whose lives were forever altered when the husband passed away from cancer in the bedroom above mine, but NEVER before have I had neighbors that awaken me DAILY at any hour of the night with just a foot-stomping and toilet-seat-slamming trip to the bathroom.
Despite the one year plus of frustration that rains from above, something positive has come from the ordeal – three new Monster Month monsters! “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above…” (James 1:17), right? But perhaps I’ve just taken that out of context a smidge.
There you are sitting in a long, hollow metal tube hurtling through the air at speeds usually reserved for Superman when you look out the window and the maddening realization hits you that you need to draw a monster right then without having any drawing supplies handy! You plead to the passenger sipping their coffee next to you, who oblige by lending you a felt pen accompanied with a worried glance, and you go to town on the closest napkin within reach.
While I wasn’t quite as manic as William Shatner was in that classic aerodynamic episode of The Twilight Zone alluded to here, a version of the aforementioned tale was my reality when I scribbled these creatures on a United Airlines napkin.
Thankfully my visions weren’t ripping up the wing of our airplane.
It seems as though there is a lot of zombie love out there these days. The idea of the dead awakening and roaming the earth looking for brains to eat is just nasty. What if you are a vegetarian and end up becoming a zombie? What in the world can you actually eat? When I posed that question over on my Facebook page, Emma Knowles appropriately responded with, “GRRAAAAIIINNNNSSSSSS…..”
Hey, if you’d like to see regular updates on my work (which includes exclusive drawings now and then), come on over to my public Facebook page and join the party! CLICK HERE to see what’s happening!
Most monsters really aren’t scary – just misunderstood. Granted, you don’t see a furry web-footed critter like this every day (unless you hang out in the places where I hang out), but it doesn’t mean he is a ferocious killing machine. Maybe he’s just looking for a friend to hang out with. Then again, I don’t think he has those claws just to spear vegetables.
On second thought, maybe you should just remain misunderstanding with this one.
When I spent some time on the beach this summer, as usual, a sketchbook accompanied me. However, this time it wasn’t just beach walkers that made it into the sketchbook’s pages. Some monsters joined the fun, too. With a red colored pencil in hand, this hard shell fella enjoyed some soft ice cream.
No, my sketchbook is not full of Canson paper. It was just red pencil on white paper, but I thought it would be fun to drop this fella onto some textured colored paper digitally, onto which highlights and shadows were added.
For those of you who regularly follow my Monster Month posts, this guy follows a tradition of including a monster enjoying a frozen treat. If you’d like to see the others from past years, CLICK HERE!
There is something magical about putting a seed in the ground, watering it now and then, and seeing it grow into something big and green. Well, maybe not quite as big and green as our mulchy muchacho here, who seems to be thrilled with potting his own tail. Actually, if this critter grew up in my planter, Monsanto would be adding a new complaint to their list.
Well, guess I’d better go rev up the lawn mower. It’s hair cut day.