Posts by Lisa Sinicki
I’m wearing my mother’s underwear (6-panel)
Wishing you a partridge in your pear tree
When I was in second grade I used to tell people that I was going to marry David Cassidy. And now I think about him every Christmas when I hear someone sing The 12 Days of Christmas. It’s the part about the partridge in a pear tree. I can’t help picturing David, dressed in a…
Read MoreBring on the beige
I entered the Banana Republic in Union Square in Manhattan on a mission. My goal was to buy new clothes that would elevate me above my current status as human wallpaper. I’m a pretty average looking person and normally I’m ok with that. I have a good life, possess great friends and a wonderful family.…
Read MoreWhen you stop thinking…
You’d think my decision to pursue my childhood dream of becoming a “real” artist would be something to celebrate. But it’s been just the opposite. The pressure was unbearable. As soon as I staked my claim, my internal drill sergeant chimed in. Every time I even thought about painting, he’d pipe up. “Ok, this is…
Read MoreDate night at the dump
Published in the Island Times July, 2011. I return home to Peaks Island on the 7:15 p.m. ferry. How will I spend this clear summer Saturday night? I wonder. As I disembark, I spot my husband, Ron. Ron leans against the stone wall at Jones Landing, near a palette of beer earmarked for Reggae Sunday.…
Read MoreThe Glass Is (9-panel)
This was inspired by my dad. Guess which one is him!
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