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