I'm at the coffee shop drawing in my sketchbook (nothing scandalous, I promise), and this gorgeous blonde woman comes up admitting that she was watching me, started asking questions about me, about art, stumbling over her flattery a little, totally adorable, right? Right. I give her my card, introduce myself, she introduces herself (M_____), we shake hands, warm smiles both ways, awesome. Then she goes to the bathroom, comes out a couple minutes later, and walks back over to me. SWEET. I try not to notice, keep it cool, don't blow this, Vincent. She proceeds to tell me how she was Saved three years ago, and that she can just FEEL that Jesus has something very special planned for me, VERY special, and do I have any questions about the Lord? Haha, I suppress the FML smile and kindly reply, "I'm all set, M_____, but thanks so much!"
"You're welcome, and please, anything I can do! I can just feel He has something special planned!"
"Great, nice to meet you, M_____!"
"Nice to meet you, too, Vincent!"
So is it THAT obvious that I'm marked with sin and the eternal sadness made possible only when not touched by the Grace of God? 'Cause I'm generally a pretty upbeat and bright-eyed boy. Or maybe she was just canvasing the neighborhood. If I'm such a sinner that I can be eyeballed from across the room (my clothes are crisp, I'm freshly washed, I have a little scruff, but it's not too frumpy, there should be no indication from my appearance that I'm fallen), I *hope* that it wasn't a simple canvasing. Does sin have a scent that can't be masked by middle-shelf bar soap and Ban Shower Fresh antiperspirant? Please don't let me be just another notch on your Witnessing Belt, M_____! Lie to me, tell me I'm special in some way. That you walked up to me specifically, that I wasn't just ANY contemplative dude scribbling in a sketchbook.
Anyway. Just another Tuesday afternoon, I guess, where I should expect excitement to turn to disappointment in a matter of somebody else's quick use of the restroom.
That said, I will gladly accept any beautiful woman's earnest attempts to save my eternal soul. Disappointment should be expected on their part, but maybe that just makes the exchange fair.
She has my business card, so maybe she's even stumbled across my blog... If you're reading this, M_____, know that you're obviously kind-hearted (I am too; I just don't believe in Jesus the same way you do), sweet, definitely beautiful, and you know how to reach me if you're so inclined to keep trying.
-beanforest
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
plush and rabid
Characters like this have been populating my sketchbook a lot lately. I don't know what to do with the drawings yet (if they'll become something I polish up, turn into comics, larger artwork, or whatever), but I've been having a TON of fun drawing them. The working title of whatever it becomes is "rabid."
A drunk guy at the bar saw this picture and was convinced my work is demonic. I was kind of surprised to hear this, because my feeling is: how demonic could something really be dressed in a pink bunny suit while wearing inline skates and knee pads? Creepy, ambiguous, ugly, gross, yeah, maybe, but demonic? I don't think anything truly evil would stop to think about protective sporting gear. I tried to explain all of this to him, but he wasn't interested in hearing anything to the contrary. Okay, Sir, return to your pitcher of swill beer and your quaint conviction that the devil lurks behind every stranger's sketchbook you demand to look through. Anyway. So I was going for fun and absurd. Comical outrage and fury coated in soft pastels puts a smile on my face, and hopefully that's communicated in this as well as the other drawings to come.
Hope all's well, and thanks for reading.
beanforest
Thursday, June 14, 2012
every hour has its own teeth
Thanks for reading.
beanforest
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
my whole life needs a haircut
Saturday, June 9, 2012
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