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.

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i looked out my window & saw stark raving whimsy

when i noticed the utility pole out my window, i saw this image.  maybe it’s the recovering catholic in me? so i drew it. and painted it. i like it. i was happy with how the roof turned out. i’m not sure about the trees & animals though. too dr. seuss?

so now i have to finish my behemoth whimsy piece. it needs at least a couple of nights of attention.

and i need to paper mache myself. that will be tricky. dusty is betting that poppy will wake up the minute i cover myself with wet, sticky newspaper. he’s probably right. maybe he can take care of the baby while i dry out? maybe?

onward!

 

 

upcoming pages of moses jones or the end of the world as we know it

yesterday i did some layout of my text to decide what would go in which panels. today i did some thumbnail sketches. hopefully i will get a chance to paint in panels later today. i also read through my journal. i have some good ideas & cool art in there. i need to use that more often–read it–inspire myself.

so, anyone who’s been reading this is aware that i am between homes, turns out i forgot to pack the rapidograph ink i use to refill my pens, and both of my pens ran dry today. all i have is my sumi ink that i use for painting in ink shadows & shades. throwing caution to the wind, i filled my high maintenance pens with an ink they aren’t used to.

so far so good. no riots. no protests. no refusals to draw.

i guess time will tell.

all in all i am feeling more settled in this home of mine–for two more weeks–this home with its good vibe & comfortable fit. i dread going back to the house of ex-in-laws. mostly for how it causes dusty’s bad behavior to amplify. but after that week with dusty’s kin, i will be in a home that will be my home for at least a year.

although the neurotic part of me believes something awful will happen in the next three weeks that will prevent our new home from ever becoming a reality. my somewhat psychic abilities are unable to see past the next three weeks & that is freaking me out. i know i sound crazy when i say that…but that doesn’t make it any less unsettling for me.

don’t tell anyone that!

yikes.

maybe society as we know it is about to crash & send us into a dystopian society full of zombies & cannibals…and me with only a baseball bat.

or i will get more pages done. move into a new place. make a second zine. attend zine fest. be discovered. and somehow save the world from certain doom.

the cover-up

i should stick to my chinese brush. i tried to use the paint program on my computer to cover up the words that surrounded this picture. i lack control…maybe it’s an unsophisticated program as well….

so this is a picture from my journal. when i don’t get a chance to work on comics, i try to at least draw in my journal. being that my personal/romantic life is crazy right now, the words written in my journal were a bit…er, crazy, as well. i didn’t think you should have to suffer that close of a view of my psyche. so i covered the words with red using “paint.” it’s not pretty, but it protects my audience.

i write fiction for a reason. the crazy of my real life needs to be buffered into fiction.

take dusty. my dusty. right now we are trying to get back together & be a family…but there is a stalker girlfriend factor. only i could be trying to raise four kids and date my ex-husband while some girl he fooled around with & is having difficulty breaking up with leaves garbage bags full of stuffed animals on our front step. should i do a journal blog telling the public of my psychotic personal life? or should i incorporate it into a fictional telling of a post-apocalyptic dystopia?

it will make a good story.

it does not make good real life.

anyhoo. the first draft of page 29 is done. i just have to flood it with ink now. using my chinese brush, of course. i like the way it looks. i like that i feel like my art is improving.

maybe i should learn how to use my paint program….

or maybe i should remain a stubborn luddite.

pencils…we don’t need no stinkin’ pencils

i don’t usually put pages up before they are done, but i was so happy with the start of this page that i thought i would put it up and show any interested parties the process of my art.

i do not use pencils.  my motto:  i like to live with my mistakes.

ha!

i hate erasing.  i thrive on chaos & messy commitments.  therefore, i start with ink, i add more ink, and i finish with ink.  ink ink ink.  (this makes me want to go out and get more tattoos….)

so i framed this up while watching the second half of serenity.  (what the fuck!?  why didn’t anyone warn me that my favorite firefly character dies in the movie???)  then i did the first inking last night, drinking jasmine tea & listening to music.  minions willing, i might get the ink brush (second inking) tonight.  then the third inking just takes a bit of time, fixing any weirdness as much as possible & darkening up lines wanting to be darker.

also, still in the back of my head, fodder for falling asleep, is the start of trials of the moonfish and lisa the lion.

zombies vs. cannibals

zombies vs. cannibals

zombies are a popular topic. for movies, comics, & halloween costumes. in my mind, zombies are the perfect halloween costume. put rollers in your hair: zombie housewife. put on a flannel: zombie lumberjack. put on a lab coat: zombie doctor. zombies are cool–unless they are real. then they really really suck…. i am actually phobic of zombies. if the front door is left unlocked, i don’t worry about robbers or rapists; i worry about zombies. i plan for zombie attacks & always take note of my exit options. which is worse–too many doors (for zombies to get in) or too few doors (to escape the zombies)? this is an ongoing internal debate for me. i used to have a house in the country & my biggest fear was a zombie attack because for some reason the idea of a rural zombie attack seems much more scary to me than an urban one. even though it has been pointed out to me that in the city there will be more a more condensed zombie invasion upping my chances of getting infected or eaten. however, phobias are not steeped in logic & it remains much scarier to me to be in the country fighting zombies than in the city doing the same….
and now that i have kids–i know i’m pretty much dead. the more kids i have–the smaller my kids are, the more i know i could not possibly escape. i sometimes imagine how cute my kids would be as zombies right before they rip my throat out…i am a dark dark person….

cannibals are cool but are less celebrated in cinema & literature.  one of my goals is to learn more about cannibals & incorporate them more into my comics. did you know that sand tiger shark embryos eat each other in utero? that right there is a gold mine of possible comics!

so this is another from my moses jones work in progress. mama & zombie slayer. because if you are going to have kids, you better know how to fight zombies. (this makes sense in my head.)