Last night, a group of artists from work convened at Cato's in Piedmont for a "Mean Caricatures Night." The portraits started off innocent enough...
The first drawings were simple, literal...
...some were even elegant.
As we kept drinking, we began to come out of our shells a little, pushing proportions.
But each picture intensified with each pitcher imbibed.
Soon, the portraits were progressing from human...
...to subhuman...
...to inhuman altogether.
Every time we thought we'd pushed a likeness as far as it could go...
...someone would up the ante!
...and then remove the portrait from the kingdom mammalia entirely.
Teeth quickly became an area of interest. Some exaggerations were subtle...
...others, not so subtle.
Noses soon followed.
One can never make the nose too droopy or drippy, I say.
And where there are teeth and noses, you also get jowls...
Necks...
Wrinkles...
Hair...
Even posture!
The trick, we found, was to place one page on top of another...
...pushing and pulling the expressions to new, excellently horrific levels.
Sometimes it's not enough to have a face on just one part of your body. No one was safe.
No, not even I was safe.
My favorite of the night (and a new Facebook profile picture, I think), is this beauty from Louise Smythe that I like to call, "Malice in Wonderland."
It was a wonderful evening of inspiration, perspiration, and depravation. It's amazing how much creativity one can gain from a few beers and some second-hand sharpie fumes.
5 days...
