“Still Life with Oranges” by Helen E. H. Madden, colored pencil
This was probably done during my grad school years, early 1990s. What’s fun to note about this one is that the blue gingham fabric in the foreground eventually went on to become this costume. Ja!
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Sorry for not posting these the last couple weeks. Once again, real life sort of eats up all my free time.
I must have been obsessed with the weather back in February of 1991. This comic and the one prior both dealt with the inadequacy of the cadet uniforms and the fickleness of the weather in Blacksburg. Of course, the weather where I’m at now is just as fickle. It’s freezing one day, sweltering hot the next. But I no longer have to wear a cadet uniform, so it’s not as bad.
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This is far too true to life. I’ve been struggling for a while to drag myself out of bed a little earlier in the morning so I can get more work done. My office hours are constantly being squeezed by family and school issues and an extra hour in the morning would go a long way to helping me get more done. Problem is, this plan doesn’t work on the days I wake up dead tired…
By the way, I dyed my hair aqua blue with a pink swatch in the bangs. What can I say? I get bored easily and I like to freak out the other moms at the kids’ school.
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I drew this comic on Saturday. I spent all day Sunday working on a commission for a client. I finished this morning at 4AM. My house is a disaster. My office looks like someone vomited computer graphics magazines all over the place. I have email coming out the wazoo because my inbox can no longer contain it. And then there’s the actual physical mail which, combined with the unwashed laundry, is probably going to topple on me and kill me the moment I open the office door to resume the rest of my life.
Oh well! I’m taking a day just to sleep because I’ve been up 24 hours straight. I’ll deal with all that stuff when I wake up. Sometime on Tuesday, I think.
Current Work-In-Progress by Helen E. H. Madden
Photoshop, 30 April 2012
“Cynical Woman (with Pookie)” by Helen E. H. Madden, Sharpie pen on sketch paper, July 28, 1993
Long before Cynical Woman became me with horns, I drew her like this. And I think when I’m older, this is exactly how I’m going to look, so consider this a prescient self-portrait. The bug in the picture, Pookie, is a Madagascar hissing cockroach, a nod to the original Cynical Woman, Joelle. Joelle studied entomology and wrote her master’s thesis on cockroaches. I remember sitting through her presentation. I didn’t understand any of what she said, but she did mention the word “ootheca” an awful lot.
Anyway, sorry for posting this late today. I’ve been busting ass on my current commission, a book cover for a publisher I work with. I’ve been posting screen shots of the work-in-progress on Twitter and on Facebook, so if you follow me on either of those, you may have seen what I’ve been slaving over the last couple weeks. (If you don’t follow me on either Twitter or Facebook, why not?! I’m a perfectly nice social media person, and I haven’t bitten anyone on Twitter in days, and the guy on Facebook that I did bite did NOT contract rabies, contrary to popular belief. He was already rabid to begin with.)
But I’ve been working very hard on this digital painting and staying up way too late too many nights and today it really caught up with me. After the Hubster left to take the girls to school, I went back to bed and had nightmares for the next few hours about Hubster switching out our phone for a complicated media center remote that I couldn’t operate to save my life (don’t laugh, he does this to me in real life all the damned time!) and it was very important that I call 911 because an undead Anne Romney might or might not have invaded our home and I was not putting up with that.
Needless to say I woke up in a cold sweat and all the coffee in the world cannot help me feel normal and fully functional today. Oh well. Back to the digital painting.
Work-In-Progress by Helen E. H. Madden, Photoshop, 26 April, 2012
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Oh yeah, this really did happen. Weekend before this, I took Princess’ Brownie troop camping. And do you want to talk about whining and fighting and complaining! I made bacon and eggs with the girls to feed everybody Saturday morning and all those girls wanted was cold cereal! And they were the ones who voted for bacon and eggs in the first place!! Heathens!
So the Brownies were driving me nuts, when out of the blue, Pixie shows up with her Daisy troop to tell me she lit a real fire!!!!!! YES!! Just what every mother wants to hear her 5–year-old say! Fortunately, I knew this was one of the scheduled activities for the girls, and I knew the woman running that class, so I only had a minor heart attack before I recalled that yes, it was in fact okay for my youngest child to light a fire in this particular instance.
Anyway, most of my Girl Scout obligations have been met for the year. I’ve got a few meetings to attend, a few training classes to take, and a picnic to help with, but that’s about it. Summer is almost here, and with it comes blessed relief from the non-stop Girl Scout activity I’ve been doing since December. My family and I will be attending a few Girl Scout events this summer, including Rock the Mall in DC and Thrill Builders at Busch Gardens, but I’m only responsible for getting the four of us there for those events, and no one else!
I’m not sure I can really explain the above drawing. This was done while I was in college, maybe while I was in grad school. The three characters in this piece were all friends of mine, especially “Natasha,” who’s real name is Joelle. Joelle originally invented the name Cynical Woman, although at the time that name did not refer to moi. Cynical Woman was just that inner voice Joelle claimed she always heard when things were going just a little too right. You know, everything would be all hunky dorey, and then Cynical Woman would raise her ugly head—!! (Insert scary alien-bursting-out-of-your-chest sound effect here…)
So anyway, the above drawing was a very inner joke, so inner that even I can’t remember it. I can only remember sitting and laughing over it with Joelle as we waited for Cynical Woman to rise up and smack us in the face with something else gone wrong. A lot of things went wrong back then, but somehow we survived.
Or did we?!!
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Deep in the Archives, Augustus Whitby toils through his duties in the , dreaming up romantic stories far more plausible than the supposed “investigations” of the field agents. A story from Agent Harrison Thorne and an unassuming artifact from his recent case, however, proves much to Whitby’s chagrin that there are some truths that are far stranger than fiction.
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And we’re back from camping with the Girl Scouts! I gotta tell ya, today’s comic is a pretty accurate reflection of the camping trip I went on this weekend, only in reverse. We were freezing our butts off in our tents Friday night, and then sweltering and swatting away the mosquitoes on Saturday night. The turn-around in temperature definitely reminded me of dear old Blacksburg.
The fun thing about the weather in Blacksburg was that is was always awful. At least it was if you had to wear a uniform that was 50% wool, 50% polyester. When it was cold, the thin fabric of the uniform did damned little to protect you from the freezing wind. When it was hot, the wool made you sweat like a pig. And when it rained, you smelled like a wet sheep. Yes, the weather was always awful when I was a cadet.
But today it’s very warm and balmy and I’ve been traipsing around in my favorite floor length skirt and my favorite t-shirt (the one with the time machine, the mummy, and the killer robot). It’s nice. And because it’s Virginia, it won’t last. I expect summer to arrive in the next five minutes. Therefore I’m headed out of the office now to go find some popsicles. Enjoy today’s webcomic.
I spent all weekend camping with the Girl Scouts, and spent all today trying to recover. So no webcomic. Instead, I sing you the traditional song of my people! Sung to the tune of “Camptown Ladies.”
The house is a wreck and I don’t care!
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
Gonna dance around in my underwear!
Oh de-doo-dah-day!
I clean the place last night!
And the kids destroyed it today!
So the house is a wreck and I don’t care!
Oh de-doo-dah-day!
Thank you. There will be comics, or artwork, or feverish scribblings, sometime later this week.
