Last #Inktober for this year, but probably not the last pen/brush and ink drawings.
I have been feeling very uninspired and even not wanting to draw lately. But according to my practice I sit and start drawing and try to get that inner chorus of critics and helpful suggestors to go sit in another room while the part of me that has no words comes up with some kind of image.
I hope they are interesting enough, and at least speak in the language of dreams.
I started with a couple of flapper butterflies, took a journey through abstract expressionism, and ended up with the butterfly princesses ready for a ball. I tried to make serious art, but oh well.