so i told a friend that i don’t like it when unicorns show up in my inkstains because (no offense to people who love unicorns & do unicorn art) unicorns just are not my style. then i joked that i should do a narwhal. also! today is the birthday of a good friend of mine (hope you like original art for your birthday!) who has the nickname “narwhal” and lo & behold, i did find a narwhal in my final inktober drawing!! although i now realize that a narwhal has more of a tusk than a horn…but, i have been consistently fantastical with my interpretations of nature, so….
and a kelpie.
haha! not a unicorn. a little cooler than a unicorn. plus, you may have noticed, i have a thing for underwater scenes (or steampunky airship flying whales & whatnot scenes). i think sea creatures are amazing & fun to draw.
so there you have it.
a narwhal & a kelpie.
plus, you know, some jellyfish & seahorses thrown in for good measure.
i put so many layers of ink on this one. there was the ink stain. then the pen. then some orange. then some green. then some more pink. some black. and then more pen. ink ink ink ink ink! happy inktober!
so if you are wondering, it started with the ape. i saw him first in my ink blots. then a baby hand (humans are technically apes as well–but you know…) then i started looking for more babies. and then flowers and bugs appeared. i stared at it a long time. then once it started rolling, it really fell together.
sigh. only one more day after today.
i keep waiting for that one picture where someone goes, “seriously, what happened to you, man?” so far everyone has been really open to my strange artist visions. my whimsy. which is awesome. i do sometimes tame it down. like yesterday, i saw a boob instead of a chicken, but i turned the picture instead of going with the boob–and found the chicken. so i am using some restraint.
today is a new moon. that has nothing to do with my drawing…or does it? new moons are new beginnings. planting the seeds of manifestation. inktober has been heavy seeding for me. my art has definitely started growing in a direction that i really like.
i did not do any moses jones this month. or any comics at all. but a lot of my drawings turned out to be stories. stories that came from my subconscious, pulled out by a page full of ink stains.
ps. the scribble along the bottom is misha’s contribution.
what? only two more days of inktober left?? holy crap! nooooooo!
i love inktober so much. i’m not sure what i’m going to do. can i keep going? will anyone pay attention? (the attention has been awesome) i mean, of course i will keep doing art. but every day? sharing it shamelessly on all social media every day? can i do that without inktober?
and now iggy is begging me for ink stains to find pictures in.
and fidgit wants in on the action too.
we are having too much fun for this to be over!
can i tell you how happy i am with my velociraptor? i’m really happy with it.
today is rough for me.
i keep staring at my facebook feed. watching all the horrific stories coming from standing rock and the water protectors who are fighting the pipeline and having their rights and their bodies trampled on…
i feel it in my bones. people turning their backs. not looking. and my heart hurts.
how is this world going to get better if everyone pretends it isn’t happening? if everyone looks away? if everyone says it’s okay to treat people like this? treat the environment like this?
and then there is the impending u.s. election where it is vote for this monster or vote for this monster, but, by god, don’t vote for someone who isn’t a monster because then the wrong monster might get elected and it will be all. your. fault.
what if none of us voted for either of the monsters?
what if the u.s. finally broke down this bogus two party system that is morphing into a one party system.
the storm clouds gather.
i try to hold onto hope.
we have to hold onto hope.
there has to be a way out of this mess.
so i inked & inked & inked and kids jumped on me while i tried to ink and weird crap came out of my head and onto my paper and i couldn’t make my first picture work (titled: you are here)
it’s a bit fucked up in many different ways. i don’t know where i was going with it. i never do. i just start moving my pen & see what happens. i think my second one, “time,” worked a little better…but i still feel like my brain is a puddle and i need to just…relax….
breathe deep and focus on a better tomorrow.
i dunno…too much dr. seuss? too much muppets?
i was watching scroll about standing rock as i drew this. meditating as i drew each little feather or line. i want so much to be able to do something. anything. to help those brave people who are fighting for all of us.
fuck a duck.
(my kids hate that expression–they always say, “what’d the duck ever do to you?”)
my heart hurts.
i am sad today . dusty came back, and the power i had built…collapsed. i crumbled. i don’t even know how he does it. or if he knows he is doing it.
so i still need to learn to protect myself.
to remain functional despite the pain of the universe.
the pain of my so-called relationship.
the pain of my tender heart….
so i drew some birds.
messengers of the gods.
this one is my favorite.
iggy & i both spotted the baby. i saw a mer-baby. he said he didn’t picture it with so much hair.
the picture grew from there.
have i told you how much fun i am having?
i worked on this one a lot. looking for the images. researching sea life that matched what i saw. i spotted the manatee’s eye and thought, “what is a cow doing under water?” then remembered, hey–yeah, “sea cow.” i wasn’t sure i could pull off actually drawing a manatee. there isn’t a lot of..um..how do i put this nicely..well, there is an absence of lines in a manatee. an excess of bulk & space. as a minimalist artist, i need to have enough detail to pull of what i am drawing. but i think i did it! i am very proud of the manatee.
i thought of quitting before putting in the sea turtle…then as i was drawing it, i was like, “crap! i should have quit while i was ahead. but, like with the shark, with enough ink & enough line & shading…i think it turned out okay despite my fuck-ups.
man, this one was fun to do.
i like it when what i see in my head
and in the ink
i am able to make come alive
in its way
on the paper.
my mother…let me tell you about my mother….
yes. i have a terrible relationship with my mother. you don’t need today’s ink blot test to come to that conclusion. but i tried. i tried to be a normal daughter & send a normal card. ah yes. as mum used to say, “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.”
i learned a lot of fucked up things from my mom. i learned a few good ones though. she taught me to bake. and to stand up for myself. and to help strangers. and to identify wild plants & trees. to be strong, even. which is weird–because she put herself forward as a victim so often….
so i made a card for my mom for this day’s inking. crap. i should have taken pictures of the art my kids added to the card. also most days have the title, date, and my signature. this one does not. i did sign it, but for my mom.
my mom has m.s. she has dementia due to it? i’m not sure how that works. so i think the freaky bits of this picture will be lost on her. she will notice that it is green (her favorite color) and that her prodigal daughter sent her a card.
i wonder if picasso would send his mom cubist drawings on her birthday?
not that i think i am picasso. which reminds me, some web comic review site reviewed my baby, moses jones, and they weren’t very nice about it. which pissed me off. who are they to look at my art and smear their opinion all over it? yes, mojo is a bit of a cross-eyed baby, but she is beautiful to me.
after much obsessing, i decided that anyone who spends their time giving bad reviews to web comics really needs a better hobby.
after all, web comics are free–it’s not like they are warning someone not to waste money on it.
it takes like a minute to read a few pages of one & decide for yourself whether you like it or not.
not everyone agrees with dumb too-much-time-on-my-hands web comic review guy, and now my comic has been exposed to that person.
like this one time, this guy i hated
talked about this book he really despised
so i read the book because this guy was really annoying.
that book was confederacy of dunces
one of my favorite books
which just goes to show there is a dumb opinion around every corner.
crap. i forgot to send my mom a card. you would think counting every day of october in an ink drawing i would remember the 23rd is her birthday…crap. happy birthday, mom! you are probably getting a homemade card!! of course, it was my mom who always told me homemade presents mean the most….
today is another ink blot test. i think the rest of the month will be so as well. maybe the rest of my life because they are so much fun to do. i found another ape & another goddamned unicorn ( i so don’t want to be the kind of artist who does unicorn pictures–no offense to artists who do unicorn pictures!! different strokes and all that )
i get impatient with waiting for ink to dry. and this is on a journal page, not paper intended for a lot of water–so there is smudges & musses. by the way–this is the last page of my journal!! i did go ahead and order 3 more journals from artists & craftsmen (they were a really good price & i keep worrying that life as we know it is going to come to a standstill & i will be trapped in the country with no art supplies…i don’t want to have to kill trees to make paper…crap, i forgot to make sure i was getting recycled paper…arrrgh!)
but, as i was saying, this is the last page of a journal i started on the 4th of november, 2014. i used it for my water color class. remember that? gertrude buttons? good times! so i have been piddling in this thing for almost 2 years. wow. i need to fill the new ones up a bit faster…unless life as we know it ends & i am forced to conserve paper….
this is my favorite part of the day. the finishing & posting the inking of the day. the seeing how it turned out. the writing this post in my head as i shade and ink.
crap…what was i going to say? damn minions demanding my attention. ahhh….
oh! yeah! so–have you ever been yelled at by your tarot cards? it is quite the experience, believe you me. i have a very shout-y deck of tarot cards. i have been avoiding them for ages because they always want me to be fixing things about myself. getting rid of dusty. taking my art seriously….
taking my art seriously. that is what they yelled at me about last night. yelling tarot cards looks something like getting a spread full of major arcana (cards about being on a higher plane & doing serious work) and then having them all be inverted (upside down.) for you non-tarot people. upside down is generally bad bad bad.
yes, i don’t take my art seriously. as i told a friend today, i always have this voice in my head saying, “that’s a really nice little picture there. too bad it’s not real art.”
so i have to take my art more seriously or suffer the wrath of my cranky tarot cards…any ideas? tips? where do i go? who do i bother?
i’m going to have to start googling stuff.