I love Jen Stark'sdrawings, but her paper sculptures made from multi-colored card stock are blowing my mind. Really - my head is about to explode. I keep muttering to myself, "But I don't understaaaaaaaaaaand" and rocking back and forth.
OK, not really. But somehow, they do remind me of my second date with Fauxhawk, when he invited me over to "listen to some Joe Frank" (heh heh). Up until that point, things had been very innocent and above board and I was unsure if The 'Hawk even liked me. I was determined to play it safe and not make a move.
It was only after listening to TWO HOURS of Joe Frank and then being subjected to a series of intelligence tests that I got my first kiss. You would not believe the mental gymnastics I had to go through to draw an orange passing through a one-dimensional world. Why had I not studied more physics and multi-variable calculus? Would that have even helped? What subject were we on? Why had I not read more improving books, like A Brief History of Time? These were the thoughts that raced through my mind as the minutes ticked chastely away. By the time I came up with the answer and Fauxhawk went in for the kill, I was ready to a) leave, b) punch him and c) cry.
Later, I asked him what his rationale was for making me wait FIVE EXHAUSTING HOURS OF MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL TORTURE. His answer was simple. I thought girls liked that.