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.

INKtober day fifteen–flower people

little known trivia about the artist here: one of my favorite things to draw is toenails.

early one today. see, i want to be out doing garden work, but i needed to make yogurt. it’s a couple hour process that keeps me in the kitchen. i actually have my work desk in the kitchen (i’m a kitchen witch) so it worked out to do the picture earlier so i don’t have to worry about it later when i am exhausted from garden work. so i didn’t do splatter & ink blot self-testing, i drew a flower i could see out my window (i love cone flowers!) and drew my mood.

i’m feeling very discouraged about my art.

but i used extra ink to prep pages for later inkings. speaking of ink. i used more color variety in this one than usual. i like it okay. i like that i have (as fidgit used to say) a big imagination, but i sometimes wish…well, often wish, i had more appeal. i mean, i like my stuff (usually) and i have some beautiful & devoted fans…. but i will look at the pages of others & see a ba-jillion “likes” whereas i am doing great to get four.

so i wonder at my lack of appeal.
where are my people?
how do i find them?

so my flower is sad & the sky is stormy…but i did put blue in the back…hope.
tomorrow is another day.
another inking.
van gogh died having only sold one painting.

maybe i can sell two.

(i totally forgot to squiggle in my clouds….)

crazed fairy

crazed fairy

perhaps this is a predecessor to twinkle with an “i” from my weener coop comic. i knew this chick whom i do not like, and she always reminded me of some sort of brain-damaged fairy…. i think she inspired some of my art. is that weird? to have someone you do not care for inspire you in art or writing? probably, right? or maybe i’m obsessed. or possessed. but i was looking through old art for something to post and decided that i kinda do like this picture.

i wanted to have some preliminary character sketches of the people who live in the mansion with moses jones–coopers? squatters?–to post. i thought i could do these sketches while i listened to my online geography podcast homework…but instead i am nursing a baby who should be asleep but who likes to wake up & keep me company when i have too much to do.

i’m also still thinking of more weener coop pages. i have to search out all of my notes that i’ve left in random notebooks and on random scraps of paper….