drawing | the unexpected

did you google 'expect the unexpected'? i did. ☺ even though i look forward to the unexpected on a daily basis, i wondered about the others, i did. judging from the google wall, oscar wilde would be so proud of our universal diligence on the subject of the unexpected.

anyway. reinventing myself continuously with the cartoon classes in full swing, i've yet uncovered surprising folds and layers within me. some are familiar! pro-cras-ti-na-ti-on, right? each week i try. straight after class on the train home, i draw. getting through the door, i am all intention to draw!  and then i forget. or life happens. 

i find myself in the kitchen stirring a stew with unexpected ingredients, all the time thinking about 'my girl', one of my two protagonists. she's nine and her combatant is an old cat. since october both have taken many forms and sizes. which is quite normal, apparantly. however. i've tried for my girl to come out chubby and wearing glasses, but all i'm getting is paper thin and a cleo hairdo. 

and the cat, he? i intended staying pretty close to our old cat, for reliability's sake. which somehow i have, but she feels far from finished. for now she's chubby, stubborn and all white (bar two spots on her back, in the shape of belgium). in my fantasy, nonna b. (the cat's present name) takes over the story, from the girl. but i just don't know how that's gonna happen.

as the unexpected scoots from behind every possible corner, which i favour, it is also making me restless. i simply MUST keep one hand down the cookie jar for comfort, as decisions must be reached and then stuck with. important note : these sketches are exactly that : sketches. i've yet a long road to walk....erm, draw. joke's unexpected weekend.