Inktober day 31, the last day. I don’t remember the prompt.
here’s a weird Halloweeny unicorn to celebrate.
Inktober day 30: Catch.
I really do miss my colors, but I really didn’t cheat, these colors are all ink.
May we all honor and mourn the life of the fish even as we enjoy eating it for dinner, deep fried, with chips. We may equally mourn the life of the potatoes, and all the other green ones who die with the frost, leaving roots and seeds to bring the next generation when the cold passes.
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.