first snow this winter

when in doubt, draw something that resembles stones.

Couldn’t get to my studio today, but had a bit of time to sketch my sister’s pets. Part of my rules for posting my dailies is not to criticize my arts. But Sylvie kept moving, and she came out looking a lot more anxious than she really is. Stafford really is a tiny bit evil, so no apologies for making him look that way!

roots and wings and squiggly things

I guess this is greeting the sun with a loud toot

I got my covid and flu vaccinations in the morning, and was feeling sore and feverish by evening studio time. But the moon was full, and the crickets still singing in the garden, still green in this late warm spell and no frost yet to quiet the last strains of the warm growing season.

drawing with ink and sticks or fat bamboo pens can be very fun.

inspired by a photo by Judson Brown, of woodbine in autumn colors.

I got impatient waiting for the gray ink to dry, but I don’t hate the color bleed.