Day thirteen is also Friday the 13th. I present a bird skull, perhaps a crow or raven, 'neath the glittering firmament on a moonless night. Happy Friday the 13th, readers! . And remember, there's more art: @edaggarart & elizabethdaggar.com
Day twelve of #Inktober. Various and sundry hunting trophies adorned the walls of the anteroom. The light from the fireplace made them cast shifting, unsettling shadows onto the walls and ceiling. I've added some process pics after the jump, if you're interested. + + + Some snaps of the my process This… Continue reading Various and sundry trophies adorned the walls
Day eleven of #Inktober. The coffee was still hot, but he was nowhere to be found in the house. A window was open across the room, and a chill wind came through. . more art: @edaggarart & elizabethdaggar.com
Day ten of #Inktober: The bicycle remained leaning in the clearing where it had been left hours earlier. The sun had begun to set and some stars winked into the deepening darkness high above. . Follow me @edaggarart on instagram to see more art, or @electrofork to see more photos. Even more art at: elizabethdaggar.com.
Day nine of Inktober. A lighthouse perched along a rocky shore. Its slow, sweeping beam of light reminded her of the lonely sound of a freight train late at night, a sound that always made her feel wistful and longing for both home and elsewhere simultaneously.
Day eight of Inktober A small rack of antlers hangs on one of the walls. There is a small metal tag affixed, but nothing is inscribed there. A mystery. . Follow me @edaggarart on instagram to see more art, or @electrofork to see more photos. Even more art at: elizabethdaggar.com.
With day seven's drawing, I extend a warm and heartfelt thanks once again to WordPress Discover for sharing my opening post from this #Inktober, and to new followers here! Welcome! . Follow me @edaggarart on instagram to see more art, or @electrofork to see more photos. Even more art at: elizabethdaggar.com.
An anchor lay rusting among the rocks and ferns. The story continues, but releases very few of its secrets. I originally saw this near the saltbox house somewhere; maybe round back or on the far side of the porch. Maybe at the end of the narrow dirt and gravel driveway approaching from the main road.… Continue reading An anchor lay rusting among rocks and ferns
And so the story continues. Have I deferred the mystery, or deepened it? Who lives in this little house in a copse of winter trees? Why is there no fire burning within, when someone is clearly still awake upstairs? Stay tuned as the story continues to unfold. (Some progress images after the jump) I thought… Continue reading A single light burned late into the night in the little saltbox house
It's only day four of Inktober, but already I am feeling as though these drawings are all part of a single story. They are feeling all of a piece. I'll let my mind percolate on it, see if a story can begin to emerge... . Follow me @edaggarart on instagram to see more art, or… Continue reading On a velvet dark night full of stars, the rain began
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