INKtober–it’s over when i say it’s over

i’m that person who refuses to leave when the party is over and just stands there awkwardly as they clean up around me.
i’m that person who refuses to believe that their favorite band has broken up and i still talk about their next album coming out soon, as i call them all by just their first names.
i am that person who leaves christmas decorations up until easter.
i’m that person who keeps posting inktober drawings even though it is novemeber.
(i did this one yesterday.)
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INKtober day thirty-one–narwhal

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!

INKtober day thirty–planet of the apes

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.

INKtober day twenty-nine–darwin shrugged

what? only two more days of inktober left?? holy crap! nooooooo!

big sigh.

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.

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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.

INKtober day twenty-eight–time

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…
sigh.
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)

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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….

relax….

breathe deep and focus on a better tomorrow.

INKtober day twenty-seven–for the birds

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.
oracles.
birds.

INKtober day twenty-six–ships in the night

so i got new sketch journals today! and more ink. wow. that’s a big bottle of ink.

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now if it goes all apocalyptic in a couple of weeks, i will be set to sketch journal into the sunset.

here’s what my old journal looks like next to a new one.

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so new journals ready to take some damage.
very exciting.

otherwise, my day has been quiet. when i post every day, some days i guess i don’t have a whole lot to say. but i drew some pig creatures passing like ships in the night. so…enjoy.

INKtober day twenty-five–sea, here i am

okay.
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.

INKtober day twenty-three–wishes

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….

INKtober day twenty-two–once upon a time

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.”

fuck.

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?

fuck.

i’m going to have to start googling stuff.