I mostly just wanted to evoke the sensation of a big space.
There often comes a point in a drawing where I don’t know what to do next, and don’t think it’s good enough to warrant more effort. At that point I have to actively decide that I don’t care. The next step is often a blind leap, trusting that some part of my visualizing self is paying attention, and the skills that I’ve acquired will be able to team up with it to pull something out of the jump.
Sometimes, that even works.
which came first? Is the bird just the egg’s dream?
I’m having a lot of fun with ink – maybe I’ll do my own little Inktober this year…
wilder beest
looking up at the big folk
look out for angrynaughty sprites
Just over the course of the past weekend, the magic that is the color-change of autumn foliage started to unfold. No frost here yet, but the trees all know what is coming.
I spent the weekend at the Portsmouth Maritime Folk Festival (that’s Portsmouth NH). Came home with a head full of songs that fall out most every time I open my mouth.
inky things
eyespider 