Eden M. Kennedy

mission accomplished, pal

Eden M. Kennedy is the co-author (with Alice Bradley) of the book Let's Panic About Babies! (St. Martin's Press, 2011).

A former college-radio DJ, Mrs. Kennedy has driven cross-country six times in a 1973 Volkswagen Bug and enjoys standing on her head.

Currently she works at a nonprofit and is just about finished writing her first novel.

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Twentydeux

The picture frames I ordered finally came so I'm sending out more drawings tomorrow, but the hardest one to let go of has been this guy:

I really wanted to keep him. I asked Jack what I should do.

"Keep it and draw another one to send out," he said. I don't know if you know that Jack is a painter, and he understands that sometimes you don't want to give away your loved ones so instead you charge a shitload of money for them. But that was not an option. However, before I put my sheep friends in an envelope I drew a copy of them!

Which didn't look quite right. The sheep's head was too big and the sheep dog was stumpy.

I made another one!

Which still didn't look quite right. The sheep's head is misshapen but now I am on a roll and may end up copying this particular scenario exclusively from here on out. This could cause a lot of confusion, I realize. You asked for dinosaurs, you get sheep. You asked for a tree? You get sheep. California landscape? California landscape with SHEEP.

Twenty-oneth

Yes, I blew NaBloPoMo. I failed at my own thing! For the first time in what, five years? I haven't posted every day in November, and you know what? Oh, well. C'est la guerre. This weekend at Camp Mighty was not a time for withdrawing to my room and ruminating on lessons learned, it was a time best spent fetching cocktail napkins for Alice to cry into and drinking margaritas while talking to Heather about the election. And also doing this:

I have never before in my life put on a wig and shiny green pants to go to a party, I don't know what's happening to me. If this is how a mid-life crisis escalates, brace yourselves; it could happen to you, too.

Also, I stopped posting because I stopped drawing every day, and now I'm horribly behind. This next drawing comes at the request of someone who wanted an elephant.

It is so much more than just an elephant, it is a baby elephant hiding in a bush while its mother looks in the other direction, with Mt. Kilimanjaro in the background. How about them apples? I have no idea if they have bushes like that on the road to Kilimanjaro or if elephants even roam in the area, and frankly I was tempted to pull a Little Prince and draw an elephant inside a snake that looks like a hat, but that would be plagiarism and I'm not interested in being so unoriginal. Awkward, yes. Illogical, of course. But by God at least I'm making my own awkward, illogical drawings.

Thrifteen

I can only post quickly, it's been a long day and now it's time for the sleeps, but I'd just like to say that when you take someone who doesn't eat wheat to In-n-Out it's important to remember that Animal Style means extra sauce, pickles, and grilled onions, and Protein Style means No Bun, because if you get them backwards she'll be eating her burger with a fork and saying, "No, no, it's fine!" because she's a nice person, and you'll be the idiot who can't speak the local be-bop even though you've lived here for 21 years.

13

This is the first unfinished drawing I've posted, I don't want to blow it by just trying to finish it and get it out of the way. The person who requested it asked for a drawing based on this poem by e.e. cummings: my love is building a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginning

of your smile)a skilful uncouth prison, a precise clumsy prison(building thatandthis into Thus, Around the reckless magic of your mouth)

my love is building a magic, a discrete tower of magic and(as i guess)

when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall

crumble the mouth-flower fleet He’ll not my tower, laborious, casual

where the surrounded smile hangs

breathless

I feel like I took the whole thing too literally, with the buildings hugging (based on this) and the pseudo Mona Lisa smile, but that's just where I am, not in a super sophisticated place as an illustrator, just trying to work where I'm at. Maybe it's done just like this.

We'll see where life takes us tomorrow.