i ran errands all day with the whole family. then i came home. made a late lunch and then retired to the garden to dig. i am digging a winter garden/cold-frame. i also need to get my garlic into the ground. fortunately it is beautiful weather here still.
needless to say, i totally forgot to prepare paper this morning and didn’t even think about what i would draw until the sun had set. so i used the backside of the page i did yesterday’s seahorse picture on. it is poor paper for the purpose of ink & brush. ink shows through to the other side. poor paper, but a second opportunity to use the same ink stains…differently.
the backside. a two-headed person. which is the front side? it’s my relationships with men. i can’t get rid of them. the man face even looks a lot like my first ex-husband, who, coincidentally, proposed to me today via email. “we should get married…again,” he writes to me. meanwhile, i can’t get my second ex-husband to find his wings and fly away.
which brings us to another backside in this inking. why am i drawing so many apes/chimps lately? wow. i have never drawn so many non-human primates in my life. but they are flying out of my pen lately. showing up in every ink spill.
also! while i was waiting for the paper to dry so i could ink some more on it, i drew a picture for my friend who is doing inktober with me. she is sick today, so i thought i would be nice and draw her a picture for the day in case she is too sick to draw. she does portraits, so i thought, i will do a portrait. a self-portrait.
what the fuck is that?
studio 365 makes it look so easy…but, alas, i am not good at portraits. i named this one “portrait of the artist as dorian gray.”
now i am very afraid to open my journal.
i was going to post this on her facebook page…but i don’t think that will help her feel better.
i didn’t die…or fall asleep…trying to get this page done. i even worked a bit on the next page as well. so, tell your friends, moses jones is alive and well.
the personalities of the squatters are starting to flush out. funny thing about my writing. it kind of takes on a life of its own. i don’t exactly know what will happen or who my characters are. divine inspiration? if you insist. but my stories unfold–seemingly–of their own determination. i’m sure my subconscious has some input. my memories. my neurosis. but my choices seem to me to be influenced by the characters and the stories themselves.
like susan. i didn’t realize that i didn’t like her until i tried to draw this page. i not only struggled with drawing her, but i also found myself wanting to smack her character. i’m pretty sure moses doesn’t like her either. she reminds me of a couple of women i used to live with who seemed to be cool, but when push came to shove, they would go with the pack mentality and turn on you. see, i used to live in a cooperative house–this experience largely influences my interactions with moses jones’s squatters–as i was very affected by my experiences in this house. some good–a lot bad. there were plenty of people who were nice to my face but actually plotted behind my back. so far, the squatters here are a lot more benign than the people they are based on.
and jake. who knew he could be such an asshole? i didn’t actually see that coming. i knew he was a smartass…but in these next pages he shows he can be a real asshole as well. jake, i realized, is reminding me a lot of a guy i knew a long time ago. i have also known people like him since. yes, he can be an asshole, but when push comes to shove, he will get your back in a fight…or help you move your stuff…whichever. jake’s a good guy. these pages paint him in kind of a bad way, but he is a good guy. malcolm, i’m not so sure about. he seems to have a real chip on his shoulder about moses. i don’t know what that is about. that’s what’s so fun about writing my stories–the suspense of discovering my characters and how they will turn the plot….
cheetah is still a bit of a blank page. he might be the yin to jake’s yang–or would it be yang to his yin? i guess we will see about that as well.
and the more i get to know lucy, the more i like her. she’s tough. she’s a good egg. she doesn’t take shit, & she stands up for what she believes in.
page 31 is following close behind. & page 32 is already written–but not yet drawn. exciting stuff!