The other night I unearthed a bunch of my old bowling scoresheets from the Saratoga. I had it in my head that I'd do doodles every week of the 2004 Fall/Winter/Spring League and make a zine out of them. It looks like I made it four weeks before cramming the results between a dirty Blues Rally Towel and my teammate Will's spare ball in our rusty old locker. (I'm actually trying the project again right now, during the less ambitious Summer League). As you'll see, most of my doodles fall into one of three categories: 1) Peculiar shots executed that night 2) Plotting future bowling-related projects (like fashioning a model rocket built out of a bowling pin) and 3) Expressing my irritation at shitty songs coming out of the jukebox. Click for larger views:I would've just cropped those images down to just the doodled areas, but in the interest of providing any armchair sports psychiatrists out there with a data set to analyze (comparing my drawings to my actual performance during that game), I decided to show all the gory details. Oh, and in case anyone's curious - when you see a little drawing of a beercan or mug next to a bowler's name it means that unlucky soul got beer framed.
In other bowling/art related news, I've got a keggling-themed drawing in Private Stash, a new accordion suite of pin-up drawings done by some of the world's greatest cartoonists (plus me), published by Buenaventura Press. The images at the top of this blog entry are tantalizing tidbits from my sexy (I'm talking about that cut-away of the bowling ball) pin-up. Also, see if you can pick me out in the awesome wrap-around cover by Rick Altergott:
Finally, here's an old photo of me at St. Louis' own International Bowling Hall of Fame, standing in the hall of Women's International Bowling Congress, which houses beautiful and life-like oil paintings of each inductee. I highly recommend visiting next time you are in town!
(photo by my friend Alyssa. Hi Alyssa!)