This is Ada, the first of The Letter Sisters. (Uhm, it scanned huge and I’m sorry and I’m also lazy so it’s not gonna change. I scan various sizes and it’s sometimes hard to find the right size for the blog with each drawing/painting. Oh, boo hoo hoo, Tracey.)
Anyhooey.
Yes, this is Ada, the first of The Letter Sisters. There’s another letter sister in existence right now, but one at a time, ladies, one at a time. You must await your turn on the stage. Wait for your cue. Not sure how many letter sisters there will ultimately be. I just started drawing girls with letters because the whole concept of letters has — well, some interesting and varied meanings in my life. Some good. Some not so good.
Note to Ada:
I am very sorry you have no legs. I have issues. Which is a terrible insensitive self-absorbed rationalization in the face of your double leglessness. But, honestly, I’m afraid that I am obsessed with big heads that take up lots of space — which you have, in case you didn’t notice. If you’re really unaware of that fact, I can hold you up in front of a mirror and you can see what I’ve done to you with that big giant head. But then, if you don’t know about your big giant head, maybe you don’t know that you don’t have legs, either, and it’s best to just let it lie. Let it go. But then, I’d kinda feel like I’m lying to you, Ada, and I’m a very straightforward kind of girl. That’s just the way I roll. On the other hand, I am your creator and just as I find that my Creator doesn’t always engage in full disclosure, perhaps I could take a page from His book and do the same. Although, that might be blasphemous and such and I really don’t want to be smited. Smote. Smoted. Smitten. No, that’s not it. Whatever.
Someday, Ada, through the magic of Photoshop, you will have legs; I promise. That’s the goal here. You’re a kind of template. A work in progress. As are all the girls you hang out with. What you are now, you will not always be because I have plans for you. Double-legged plans. Yes, I do. So, carry on, Ada. Just hang out. Sit tight. I mean, that’s really all you can do, anyway.
Signed,
Me
(image copyright Tracey/BTP 2008 — do NOT copy)
Your apology to Ada immediately took me to “So I Married An Axe Murderer”. I’ll spare you the quotes.
Mail your letter and get some sleep legless one.
Tracey, Ada’s quite beautiful 🙂 and *you* are very good.
Maura — How sweet of you, thanks. That means a lot.
Tracey – When I saw the title “The Letter Sisters” and that this first one was named Ada…well…I thought you were doing a series of sisters using…the letters of the alphabet, and Ada, starting as she does with an A, was the first. And then I saw your drawing. Of Ada. Holding a letter in her hands. And I crawled away to hide in the shrubs.
So did I, Jayne. Don’t feel bad. Come out of the bushes.
So…these are kinda of Littlest Pet Shop Girls?
The dress is very wonderful.
Jayne — I can totally see how you’d think that! It was unintentional, but now I feel like the next one’s name needs to start with a ‘B’. I kinda like the idea. Although there aren’t any letters of the alphabet involved, just the epistolary kind.
That makes three of us who thought that. If you’re still in the bushes, Jayne, I hope there is room for one more.
Seriously…lovely as always, Tracey! I look forward to the next one (The B girl…hehehe).