Inktober day 25
I don’t know what the official prompt was; I didn’t even get time to go into my studio. Instead went to a Drag Cabaret hosted by my friend Lily DeValley, in charming Bellows Falls VT. Hence, a page of bar doodles including cocktail suggestions and recipes, memories and dreams of people, and DJ Xero as a Halloween witch, all floating around me.
Inktober day 24: Dizzy.
I’m half-remembering fairy tale, maybe called The Tinderbox, which featured a dog with eyes the size of dinner plates spinning in its head, from which the brave hero had to take a key to get to some kind of treasure or rescue somebody or something.
Inktober Day 23: Ancient.
With apologies to my DnD party, this is what I was working on while Wimbly Wetherwood was outside the tavern looking after the horses (and seeing that Mystan and Welp stayed out of trouble)
Inktober day 22: Ghost
I enjoyed the hospitality of a recently departed friend. I did not sleep well, and had many visitors.
Demeter passes through the land, the dying grasses in her hand.
Inktober day 20: Tread.
I really did read the official prompt, and then ignored it. But maybe Demeter passes with a heavy tread. Or a slow one, or lightly but sorrowfully. But mixed with joy; maybe she has some love for her husband in the underworld, maybe she knows that we all need time to go inward to ourselves and our communities, to preserve and honor the harvest we’ve gathered during the warm months.
Inktober Day 19: Sling
Back to the prompts, sort of.
Inktober Day 18: Yeah OK, I’m completely ignoring the official prompts by now. It was fun for a while, but when I’m short on time or tired, it’s too much work.
I have become the Baker of Pretzels for The People’s Pint, where I work. Today was a pretzel-baking day, and I got home late after all the rest of my work as bookkeeper. But the pretzels are pretty, and I’m proud of them 🙂
Inktober Day 17. A story for birds and snails.
Inktober Day 16: Well I fell off the list of official Inktober prompts over Indigenous People’s Day long weekend, but it seems to me one of the prompts was “dragon”. So, belated but hurrying to catch up is this nonsensical sprite.
Back to the tangle of everyday life, trusting that the openness, connection and kindness I found over the weekend will stay with me even when I have to turn all my attention to pragmatic tasks.
At the end of a longer than expected day, I sat with paper and ink, just to doodle and play but I think the result is a kind of self-portrait of re-integration of the magical weekend retreat with the regular world as I have come to move through it.
Though I didn’t plan it, it still reads as a face with a different expression, turned upside-down.
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