Aerial View of the Imaginactory
I sketched this last week and then colored it in Photoshop. Eventually, I hope to have close-up views of each area of town that I can incorporate into an interactive map. I was forced to scrunch things closer than what they are in actuality but otherwise, it’s accurate. The brewery is located just outside of the map, in the trees to the southeast. Abigail said if I didn’t bother to put it in the map, at least have the decency to mention it. Here you go, Abigail.
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The Imaginactory is proud to present the first comprehensive map of the town of Sycamore Shadows. Prints of the map suitable for framing will be available soon and prices will be announced at that time. The map will also be on permanent display on the main floor of this site and may be accessed by the link to your right. Many residents requested that their homes not be included in the map for privacy reasons, so I have respected their wishes and simply put more trees where the houses would have been.
I want to thank all the people involved in helping me produce the map, especially Sycamore Shadows’ own beautiful Abigail Padden, who was invaluable throughout the process, both in her research in the Imaginactory Archives and Sycamore Shadows’s museum, and for accompanying me through many jaunts in the woods, over hill and dale, etc.
Most of all, a heartfelt thank you goes out to Kristen Holler and her wonderful flying machine for the beautiful aerial photographs. It simply could not have been accomplished without her.
Andy Bollman, our postman, says he’s never seen a place get as much mail as the Imaginactory, but he’s spent his professional career in Sycamore Shadows and with only five hundred residents there’s not much mail to deliver, except at Christmas. He says Aunt Ada got the most until the Imaginactory opened. She subscribes to around a hundred religious and theological publications, everything from Lutheran to Quaker to the Amish Review. (more…)
My best friend Ssnuff bought me three Moleskine sketchbooks for Christmas one year. He didn’t buy them to be nice, though; he said he was just sick of me doodling and drawing on his stuff, and on his wife’s stuff, and I concede he was right that time. I should’ve turned it over before I started drawing the pig. (more…)