It’s chilly here with rains to begin at midnight. Snow is on the mountains outside the valleys around me. I miss the smell of a winter of snow and pine, in the eastern woods, Rockies, high desert. This is a simple morning sketch, iron gall ink, a water brush, some watercolor to recall the wonder of a mountain winter.
Finally, sat down and did some sketching. I went out with my friend, Sharon, to a local bookstore for coffee, chit chat, and a bit of sketching. So glad I did! Good to get out and see a lovely friend, put a pen to paper, and just enjoy the time. Lately I have been caught up with potential evacuations from local fires and too much TV bingeing (A French Village on Amazon Prime) and photography. As a result, artwork has been put on hold. Now, I hope I have the whatever back, and will continue!
Oh, I am so, so, so far behind with my Inktober 2019 drawings. What can I say? I will say that other diversions have been there, mostly enjoyable ones.
Okay, on to our Inktober 2019 drawings.
I thought of “Don’t tread on me,” tire treads, shoe treads. Guess which won.
So many things came to mind for treasure – people you love, family, health, and piles of pirate gold. I think that last one is the easiest to draw.
As Halloween and Samhain draw close, ghosts and hauntings emerge. As a kid, dressing as a ghost was always a favorite for trick-or-treat. A ghost family portrait, complete with the bunny ears / devil’s horns so popular in our family photos.
More to come!
I still have #12 Dragon to do, but that is going to take a bit of effort. Hopefully it will work!
Here, playing more Ketchup, but not too far behind. I also returned to a better bit of paper, the same sketchbook that contains the first seven of this year’s Inktober. Much happier with paper, pen, and brush. Especially the paper!
#13 Ash: I thought of a tree . . . an ashtray (ewww) . . . a fire (as in what we had over the weekend, which was awful) . . . but decided on a different natural crisis: the volcano! Shades of Mordor, shades of hell.
#14 Overgrown: So many things can be overgrown, but I like the idea of an overgrown, abandoned railroad track. There is something romantic and nostalgic about these, as well as something very sad.
I am rather enjoying the density of the iron gall ink. It makes me think of India ink, but it is so much easier to use. If I remember correctly, India ink does not lend itself well to dilution with water, but the iron gall does beautifully.
I am completely behind on Inktober 2019 this year, and not sure if I even feel motivated to continue. The iron gall ink is proving problematic on some papers I have been using, as have the pens and brushes. I chose to do about 4 pictures – all of them here – on some really old paper in an apparently antique sketchbook made of really poor quality paper – at least for artwork. So, with no further ado or commentary, here you will find #8 Frail, #9 Swing, #10 Pattern, and #11 Snow.
In American English, “Husky” can also mean big and strong. Sumo is full of husky men, trained in the traditional art of Sumo, a form of wrestling or martial art with a long history in Japan. While I don’t really know anything about Sumo, I’ve always rather enjoyed watching it.
Today’s prompt for Inktober 2019 is “bait” – bait?! Jail bait. Cut bait. Click bait. Take the bait. Switch and bait. Crow bait. All kinds of bait.
I went for the obvious: a fish lure and a mouse trap.
I also decided that I would use my homemade iron gall ink that I made earlier this year. Iron gall ink is present in manuscripts, old letters, and the sketchbooks of yore. It’s something I haven’t done yet, and thought it could be a fun (and very messy) project for the month of Inktober.
So, a fish lure. I didn’t decide on the iron gall ink until last minute, so the initial drawing was done with a fountain pen and the washes done with the iron gall, sometimes directly applied, other times diluted. I am using a throwaway brush because iron gall corrodes things, such as pen nibs, so it will most likely do a number on the brush.
A mouse trap with a really generous bit of cheese – and probably an unrealistic amount at that!
So, baited we are.