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 6. The prompt was “Husky”, but I went with “Husk”.
Autumn princess of blue skies and burnished leaves
Walking through paths of autumn.
More playing with resist, I think I’m getting a little better handle on it. I love the process of laying down colors, covering them up, then scraping through murk to find them again, It’s like a treasure hunt.
the warm before the frost
Summer’s winding down. Pumpkins, chilly fog, hoping those last tomatoes get a chance to ripen before the first frost.