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.
iggy named this “tree pose.”
we were doing yoga on the front lawn this morning as i tried to work out an impending headache. or, rather, i did yoga and three small minions used me as a source of entertainment. so maybe tree pose was fresh in my head?
i didn’t even start this picture until dusk because of my headache that grew worse and worse all day. usually nightfall relieves my headaches. also, we are in the habit of taking our dogs out after our free-range chickens have gone to coop. this is the only time we can let them run wild. so i grabbed my journal & pens, called stella & squiggles, and went out into the dusk.
as the dogs ran, i sketched one of the blossoms on the crab apple tree that cannot remember what season it is. i also sketched the moon as it waxes from third quarter to full. and then i finished.
iggy also asked if she was “mrs. branch” to my couple days ago drawing of “mr. branch.” trees & plants & animal people seem to turn up a lot in my art.
i think my druid roots are showing.
my art is one big ink blot test. how am i doing?
yesterday, i had extra ink on a sponge i used to do background so i blotted it all over a blank page. today i looked for and found this in the ink stain. the garden of eden? the angel jophiel?
(i just looked that up. i didn’t pay that much attention in cathecism)
i drew her first, the lady with the saber. i thought she was protecting the little purple blobs, but everyone is headed in the same direction. away from the tree. then i realized she is driving them out of paradise. or, the little catholic inside of me decided that. she doesn’t look happy about it. just resigned
loves squiggly trees & clouds
looks for pictures in things
like LOTS of ink
heavily influenced by catholicism.
(am i talking about myself in the third person?)
i am having a blast with inktober. i love starting & finishing a picture in one day. i love seeing what will come out of my warped little head.
(i actually have a fairly large head–it’s like an extra pocketbook.)
i have started reading the obituaries. i know. it is a dark habit. the thing is, i am living back where i grew up, so it’s like i’m searching the crowd for a familiar face. except they’re dead faces. but that’s the thing. the pictures were taken when they were still alive. that’s the part that fascinates me. some of the pictures are from the 80’s or even older. some are recent. whenever i look at them, i wonder if there was any inkling at all, that this would be the picture put in their obituary. did they pick the picture? some maybe, the ones who knew it was coming. others didn’t know. like the car crashes, shootings, house fires. who picks their picture? why did they pick that one? out of spite? because they sincerely thought it was a good picture?
i told dusty not to use a picture from when i was younger. it’s just confusing and weird to me. he agreed–except he said he would use this one:
because i always joke that i look like mike myers (actor not fictitious serial killer) in it. so he is saying he would use this picture & say that mike myers died.
also! today’s picture was a shout out to my series “old people with animal parts.” you can click on my page called “art by em” and see them. i love that series. old people faces are very artistic. i’m not sure why i added the animal parts, but i felt like it worked. so i decided to try it again and picked a face out of the obituaries and started. i might have picked too happy of a face. wow, he looks happy. i do better with somber faces, i think. and it turned into some sort of pagan hereafter picture. i’m not sure (once again) what my picture is about. youse all can decide for yourselves. i just draws ’em.
i like that inktober is giving me a chance to try new things. i don’t know if this one was successful, but i finished it. i’m hoping i will find new directions & new inspirations by the end of the month.
i had plenty of time to get a page done by friday in order to keep the rhythm of a weekly page post….
i have gotten this far on page 34 & 35. i did the inking one night when i woke up & dusty had disappeared. off to see his “just friends” ex-girlfriend…. i read my tarot. did some inking. tried to stay calm…. this is proof that i can remain productive in times of emotional upheaval. which is good, because if you are me, times of emotional calm are few & far between. however, the situation with the hello kitty stalker ex-girlfriend does continue to stress me out and distract me, making my creative process a bit clogged.
i have not gotten any more done.
also, dusty has been home all week so i am easily distracted. we went adventuring two of the days. we need to find a new place to live, so that takes up a lot of my brain space.
process. progress. i went and got some cedar incense–i am told it is good for grounding. i also got some sage to smudge our home and get all this bad fucking energy out of it. and candles–to burn with intent.
then maybe i can get more work done.