When I’m not doing illustrations, I am a graphic designer. I have been in the advertising/marketing/printing/publishing business for almost thirty years.
Here is a recent ad I created.
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This week’s Illustration Friday challenge word is “dip”.
Springtime. It’s the time when the skies are clear, the air is fresh and another baseball season begins.
After a six-month rest, the Boys of Summer are back on the green fields and dirt basepaths. Dressed in their familiar hometeam colors. Shagging flies. Laying down the perfect bunt. Smacking the high cheese into frozen ropes. Turning two. Painting the corners with a nasty bender. Pinching a huge wad of long cut dip tobacco out of the tin. As that tin is jammed back into its protective pocket, that wad is wedged deep in the fold between the lower lip and gum. And then, a thickened stream of shit-brown liquid is spit down the chin and the front of the uni. Just ten more years and that cancerous lower jaw will be a thing of the past.
Ah, Spring. Play ball.
The current Monday Artday challenge word is “flight”.
In Greek mythology, Daedalus was a talented Athenian craftsman. Daedalus built a labyrinth for King Minos to contain the fierce monster the Minotaur (half man-half bull), which was sent as punishment for tricking the god Poseidon. King Minos also imprisoned Daedalus and his son, Icarus, in the labyrinth to keep watch over the Minotaur and prevent a possible escape.
To escape their confinement, Daedalus fashioned two pairs of wings out of wax and feathers for himself and his son. Daedalus warned his son not to fly too close to the sun, nor too close to the sea. Icarus was overwhelmed by the jubilent feeling that flying gave him. He soared through the sky and came too close to the sun, which melted the wax. Icarus kept flapping his wings but soon realized that he had no feathers left and that he was only flapping his bare arms. Icarus fell into the sea and drowned. The area where he fell was named for Icarus — the Icarian Sea near Icaria.
Moral of the story: Listen to your father or your wings will melt off and you’ll drown.
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