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I don’t know about you, but I love a lil beige on grey situation.

Helmut Newton’s photographs remind me of the first time I saw Pretty Woman (I was 9).  My world was forever changed when I saw Julia turn her back to Richard by his car, showcasing that silver circle holding her glorious purple outfit together.  Newton’s photos have a similar effect.  What’s happening in the photo is a scandal and so is you looking at them, but it has to be done.  Anyways, this is a painting of the cover Newton’s new book, Helmut Newton, Polaroids.

I let myself get way too involved with a ruler and acrylic paints this week.  I hate to say it, but I get kinda… giddy?… when I think about drawing perfectly straight lines (especially when they become a checkered floor). 

Weekends are a rollercoaster of emotions.  You spend 5 days a week schleppin’ around in a boring outfit, wondering when you’re life became so stressful.  By Thursday, you start taking you’re pent up hostility out on strangers.  When the Walgreens cashier angelically asks,” Would you like to donate one dollar to the children’s hospital?” you shriek,” WOMAN, I DON’T HAVE ANYMORE MONEY FOR YOU!” Then Friday night rolls in and you’re your old self again.  Phrases like “Keep the change!” roll off the tongue and you’re giddy with excitement.  All of your wildest dreams are about to come true, you can feel it…

Cut to Sunday.

Here it is.  How could you let the weekend go by so fast?  What did you even do?  While lying on the couch, brushing crumbs off your shirt – Sunday Night Fear- sets in.  The word Monday flashes in your mind.  NOOOO You’re not ready to start all over again!!!


I’ve never been successful with lists.  When I make a to-do list I immediately fold it up, lose it, and start doing the exact opposite of what I just wrote down.  I will be walking into Kroger firmly gripping a list that says:  olive oil, cereal, peppers, milk- but as soon as my body enters the store my list has flown out of my hand and I’m headed straight for the cosmetics aisle.  When I get home and pull out my $40 anti-aging serum and grey nail polish, it confirms that this was another mission not accomplished.  This drawing  is a prime example of this situation.  Monday morning I was headed to the campus book store to get my school text books (book list folded up under my bed) and arrived home one hour later with a crimson, burgundy, and lipstick red pen and the new W Magazine.  Then I actually skipped my class to finish this drawing.

This is me circa 1996.  I guess I was exhausted from making that thing that’s on top of me and decided to take a nap?  Anyway, I like what’s happening here so I decided to draw it.

Since The Real Housewives of New York Reunion Part II aired last Sunday, I have watched it 13 times.  Yes, I love Bravo and occasionally I tell people that Andy Cohen is my second cousin, but sometimes things get too far.  Watching the same episode over and over again in a short period of time is never healthy.

Long story short, here are some illustrations done in attempt to spice up my routine.

Copyright © 2011 Mary Sheats

Copyright © 2011 Mary Sheats

Copyright © 2011 Mary Sheats

From time to time, I get this sudden feeling that something’s off.  I go down the list:  Do I have my wallet?  Did I leave the sink running before I left this morning?  Am I too old to be wearing Keds?  When I simply can’t find a way out of my funk, I put the Big Lebowski in.  After the first five minutes of the movie, I’m back to my old self again.

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