A series of inkblots. Created a little while ago, in the midst of other deadlines, in a fit of desperation to make-and-finish something, anything. Even so the accordion set did not please me. The textures on the larger pages were interesting (Winsor & Newton Indian Ink, dropped or swirled or spattered into patches of water).
A parrot. The eternal game of finding patterns in ink and kettles and clouds.
A story. Another game, of finding a tale in the structure created by something else — in this case, something to connect ten inkblot drawings (it turned into a little story for patrons).
The Ocean at the End of the Lane — Neil Gaiman (annual reread for Genre Fiction class)
Permafrost — Alistair Reynolds
Miss Fisher and the Crypt of Tears (I am very glad this was my last movie at the cinema — it was also interesting for the clarity with which it stated, affirmed, and stuck the landing of its genre/aesthetic choices)
Several of these show up again in my Notes on Books in the observation journal, so I might have more to say later
This week’s Illustration Friday theme became (indirectly) a 150 word short story written and illustrated on sticky notes and titled “The Entymologist”. This is a further working-up of the cover drawing. Comments and criticism are always welcome.
Here is a teaser of some other sketches. You never know, something may come of them*.