Here’s what I haven't posted the past few days— and I'm still three days behind! But the missing drawings will be forthcoming. I’m a man of my word, dammit. Above, Day twenty-seven: : The witch boy on a night walking beneath the pointy crescent moon. Day twenty-six: My FACE! Here’s a variation, as I already… Continue reading All around All Hallow’s Eve— catch up drawings
Today is my birthday, and I interrupt the previously scheduled "Inktober" drawing posts to share a couple of fabulously wacky and delightful portraits of me by my dear friends, the Chickens, Zac and Tara Lynne. We were all on a conference call (they called to sing me Happy Birthday), and knowing I was sitting on… Continue reading Kween of the Museum, perched under a blanket on the Queen Anne
The severed heads had been put on pikes for all and sundry to see; made examples of. The unseasonably warm autumn weather made grotesques of each— death masques submitting to rot and gravity; to the punishments meted by the state. Passersby turned their heads, and covered their faces with kerchiefs, but there was no ignoring… Continue reading There was no ignoring such a noisome spectacle
Day thirty-one: Seasonal gourds and a straw broom rested on the porch. The wind was picking up, and the barometer was dancing. . . . I hope you've enjoyed this Inktober as much as I have! Stay tuned— I'll be putting together a little book of these drawings (and possibly a few more)… Continue reading Seasonal gourds and a straw broom on the porch
Day seventeen : A crow lit in the yard for a moment, tentatively. It tested the wind, then flew off to an unknown destination; a hooded gleam in its eye. . See all of my #Inktober drawings @edaggarart
left to right: Jordan's Jack Skellington; Emily's horseshoe; my Bill the Cat gourd: any of a family (Cucurbitaceae, the gourd family) of chiefly herbaceous tendril-bearing vines including the cucumber, melon, squash, and pumpkin
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