INKtober day 10–tree of knowledge

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

once again:
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.)

INKtober day seven–i’m still in this

i ran errands all day today. for an introvert, that is like doing a triathlon.
i went to goodwill to get presents for my kids (fidgit & poppy have a birthday week after next.) i go to goodwill to save money & to save the environment. i love thrift stores, but i usually stick to the ones i know–goodwill & st. vinny’s.
however, today, after goodwill i went to a thrift store i’d never been before.
it was cheaper…but smelly. and had kind of a serial killer vibe. but that might just be me.
then i dropped off a cat carrier someone lent me to take a rooster home in.
(i saw four deer cross the road–which is the universe reminding me to be gentle–something i am super dooper struggling with)
then i went to the library to report that i have not yet found the dvd of “box trolls” that a certain 3 year old saw fit to hide away somewhere. the librarian was very sympathetic & gave me another week.
then i went to the grocery store. grocery stores for me are a full-time job because i take food buying very seriously and have to read labels and debate every purchase in my head forever.
then i ended up going to another grocery store because the first one just didn’t have the right things that i needed.
then i went to a farm store to price fence posts & get straw bales (i’m going to build a cold frame out of straw bales to grow winter veg–i’m so excited!!)
then i went to a local farmer’s market-y type store to look for bones & cow hearts for my dogs.

at some point in my adventure i glanced in a mirror and was weirded out by my own face. it looks different. like someone replaced me with an exact copy that wasn’t quite exact. next time i looked in a mirror my new face was still there.

so that’s where i was when i sat down to do my inktober drawing for today.
maybe that explains it?
i was tired, so i started with a rabbit yawn. rabbit’s have the cutest yawns. my rendition of a rabbit’s yawn, however….

so was born chimp plays a snake tuba with a yawning bunny & red balloons

INKtober day five–red ink

things you might know about me were you to religiously read my blog.
my art is effected by my catholic upbringing.
i like to make a mess.
i read a lot of neil gaiman.
i use rapidograph pens which may or may not work.
i used ink & brush in addition to said pens.
i like to make scribbly clouds. or scribbly trees. sometimes i leave it open to interpretation.
i often leave things open to interpretation.

i don’t have a title for this one.

i stared at the blank  page of my journal most of the day. i asked my kids for ideas. then i just started scribbling. then i got out some red ink.

misha also painted. she was very liberal with her ink. (i think hers turned out better than mine. maybe i can have my kids take over for the rest of october-haha)

moses jones page 43

always with the mixed feelings about this comic.
where am i going?
do i like my art work? my style? or should i strive for something bigger & better?

always the self-doubt and urge to just take a match to it all.

i wonder about doing my graphic novel pages in a way that they could stand alone. maybe even on canvas? or mass produced as prints?
is there a purpose to my prose?

maybe i should just do one page comics with no words that i can sell as “real art.”

poop.

i haven’t seen the sun in days. monday is the next time it is forcast to appear.
and we are having the second new moon of the month.
a black moon.
new beginnings.
new beginnings.
what new beginnings do i need to make?

well…here is page 43. i have some difficulty with drawing laslo. and always difficulty with drawing susan. even some problems drawing moses jones. but i like the layout.
i am going somewhere with this.
i just don’t know if it is worth going there.

fuck it. i need to meditate or something.

words….

i am not getting much work done. living alone with four kids, i fall asleep when they do. i did get two pages of text started. mostly text. more words than pictures. i hope to work more on it today. but times are tough.

no time.
no money.
no dusty…except on the weekends.

i am living in a new town. a small town. a northern(ish) wisconsin town where the liberal/conservative balance i was used to in madison has shifted to the conservative. just one more change for me to get used to.

i am feeling a bit isolated. i even lived without the internet for my first 26 days here. that almost killed me. not doing art is having its effect as well. so i need to get busy.

tomorrow i am sending off a package to a literary agent a friend of mine suggested. fingers crossed that this will go somewhere other than the recycle bin!

& more mojo soon!
might be she will be text heavy. i need to get some story established. it’s a slow process in the comic form. let me know what you think.

 

paper mache is cool

i finished bluejean’s arm for my art class.

i’m pretty happy with it. i really love paper mache. the messiness of it even is fun for me. i want to keep experimenting with paper mache and related projects.

also, i have worked a lot on my second big whimsy piece (somewhat visible in the background)…i have been adding random visuals. stuff i pull out of my ass. i think my epitaph will be “she was good at pulling stuff out of her ass.” i got that from my dad. thanks, dad!

anyhoo, i am starting to like the piece better. it’s getting weirder & weirder. which is good–but i worry that i am just david-lynching it up. whenever i watch a david lynch movie i get the feeling he was thinking, “let’s throw a dwarf in right here. that would be weird.” i want my weirdness to be pertinent to the story. but i also like weird…hmmm….

so i’m having fun with my art, which is the point, right? i need to have the big whimsy piece–yet to be named–done by monday for my critique.

plus! for my digital media class, i have to make an “alter ego website.” so i am making a website for bluejean. the big whimsy pieces will be presented in a “reading rainbow” fashion via a video and my narration. argh. i hope it works!

 

moron my process

moron my process

i thought it would be neat to put up what can be called my first draft before i draw my comic. i write out the story. figure out how i want the text broken up. then i put it on paper. this is what the writing out looks like. i also use this sheet to check the darkness of my ink. and for this page, i actually did a thumbnail sketch–which worked out nicely. i think i will keep that up. i doodled moses’s tattoo on here as well. mostly, my process is sitting & staring & waiting for inspiration. usually while watching the daily show or arrested development. things will appear in my head as i sits and as i thinks. inspiration, if you will.

failing that, i will lay down & nurse a baby–then inspiration is sure to strike.

as you can see. i don’t do much for a first draft. i prefer the raw look of my comic. if i draw the lines too neatly on the first inking, i go back after the second inking and scratch it up a bit.

i was going to post the previous page of writings & doodlings as well, but my toddler peed on it when i left it laying on the floor for too long.