on my way to work a cat tore across the street just in front of me, skidded to try and stop before it ran into the car coming the other way, got its front paws on the side of the car so it didn’t go under the wheels, then barreled the rest of the way across the road. I couldn’t tell if and how badly it had been hurt, but that stuck with me all day and came back up when I saw the Inktober prompt for today was “Injured”
Inktober day 28: Ride
Inktober day 27: Coat
I don’t know why visual dream mind went to this shape for this prompt. Maybe it’s a seed coat. Maybe a shell is the coat for a squishy mollusk body. Or maybe that nonverbal undermind had something else going on.
Inktober day 26: Dark
I miss mucking about with my colors.
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.
Inktober Day 21: I had to spend another night away from home and studio, and don’t even know what the official prompt for today was. However, at my overnight digs I was greeted by a magazine photo of this spectacular fowl, how could I resist.
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.
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