Meet the witch-boy. He surfaced toward the end of my Inktober series for this year. I did a couple more sketches of him after the first, intrigued. A few weeks ago I began studying intaglio again, and decided I'd like to do an etching of this guy, but that initial sketch needed some work, it… Continue reading A witch-boy wanders woods at the full moon
Here is the cleaned-up inked version of the house. Next is time to trace it and then transfer the revered version of this to the plate, below: Here is the tracing paper after transferring the image. As you can see, I replaced the original trees. I used a white charcoal pencil on the tracing paper to… Continue reading Soon there will be snow in the air and the grey will set in
Tuesday I went to my first class in over 7 years— returning to the art of copperplate etching (intaglio). I've a small plate ready to work on before my next class on Tuesday. This is the wee sketch I did for it today. It needs finessing, and then I'll transfer it in reverse to my… Continue reading Paper-dry leaves crunch beneath our feet, and the wind is picking up
Day twenty-four: When at last she’d completed ministrations to her old-new house in such ways that compelled her, she returned to the leathery old box— a delicious reward. Retrieved from its out-of-the-way place of safe-keeping (much to Cat's chagrin), she opened it. It contained the following: + One journal; worn but not ruined + One… Continue reading Day twenty-four: The mystery had only just begun
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She used some of the weeds and brambles she'd pulled from the garden to make an autumn wreath. + + +
Day nineteen: a Great Pumpkin on a full moonlit night + + +
Day eighteen: A great old iron key or handle was in the garden where she was digging up weeds to plant bulbs for the Spring. She determined to find out what it fitted in, if it was indeed part of the house. . #Inktober2018 #Inktoberday18 #ink #drawing #illustration #storytelling #inktober #key #skeletonkey #mystery
Day seventeen: The dinghy had been dragged up on the shore and left there. No one knew to whom it belonged. + + +
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