just stepping out for a moment
ALT: ink doodle of some creature with a big head, pointy ears, and a tail like a cow. They are wearing a polka dot skirt of sorts, and shoes with the laces properly tied. They have rosy cheeks that match the skirt’s dots. They are shown in profile, no apparent arms, but one leg outstretched as if to leave the picture.
a moment of pointed serenity
ALT: ink and crayon drawing. Three chicory-blue flowers with pointy petals stand in a group among stems and leaves. There’s a little snail on a leaf. The background is plain washes of pale peach and blues.
the looming inevitable
Watching the descent of the US government into authoritarian oligarchy reminds me of the way I felt in January and February of 2020, watching the pandemic make its way to our shores while people who were in a position to take useful action instead were dismissive of the people who had information and experience. It’s horrifying.
ALT: ink brush painting of a breaking wave preceding what might be a massive wall of ocean. The colors are gray, yellow, reddish and purple. It didn’t come out looking as ominous as I was feeling it to be, but there are three little pips right under the curling breaker, and a few more surfing over the top of it.
hope springs
ALT: ink line drawing of a tree with no leaves, sun and moon shining behind it and a blue stream curling around its base. Two little flowers in the foreground.
webby wall
ALT: ink and acrylic drawing that resembles a brick wall with blue windows, black streaks that could be structure or shadow, and a lacing of white lines that could be strings like clothesline tied to several points and stretching across it all.
back to the usual daily stuff, with some inky noodlings.
tossing one off
questing journey
I’m listening to Tolkien’s Fellowship of the Ring as read by Andy Serkis. Though I’ve read the trilogy a couple of times to myself, and read it out loud to others two times, I’ve never had it read to me and I am enjoying it. This drawing doesn’t have any specific relation to the book, but I’m pretty sure the sense of travel and adventure, with a fair does of discomfort and danger, is leaking over into my art.
forks in the road
rest as you can, but hold all the stories
eyespider 