Sorry I missed yesterday's post deadline. Here is one from the archives for December first. Car in Snow.
The car broke down on a lonely stretch of road
Tag: illustration
The carving knife has been sharpened on the whetstone
And the steaming bird, fresh from the oven, rested on the sideboard, waiting to be carved for the feast of giving thanks.
Here’s ink— doing a physical take on white noise
First: you may disagree, but I don't demean a beautiful wood grain by referring to it as white noise. Sometimes the most powerful tonic is a meditative white noise. It's one of the things I love about the hustle-bustle of this town. Everything retreats as you wander; as you dive inward for a moment— take… Continue reading Here’s ink— doing a physical take on white noise
Seasonal gourds and a straw broom on the porch
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
A murmuration of starlings spotted on the horizon
A murmuration of starlings could be spotted in the distance, swirling and changing formation above the far edge of the tilled field. Days twenty-nine and thirty of #Inktober. Click through to see the individual drawings in more detail. . . . While I'm writing, I want to say thanks to everyone who's found… Continue reading A murmuration of starlings spotted on the horizon
She had a Victorian sensibility
Days twenty-seven and twenty-eight, a diptych: She had a Victorian sensibility and liked to collect little things she found on her walks. , #Inktober2017
An array of ornate forks that’d belonged to his grandparents
Days twenty-four through twenty-six! An array of ornate forks that’d belonged to his grandparents were among the day to day utensils she ate with. . . . (These count as three drawings, for days Oct 24th - 26th. If you've a problem with that, I can't care.)
A paper box of safety matches
Day twenty-three: A paper box of safety matches could always be found by the stove. #Inktober2017
A model pirate ship in a bottle languished on a shelf
Day twenty-two: A model pirate ship in a bottle languished on a shelf in the corner, a vestige of his youth. #Inktober2017
A cluster of buoys
Day twenty-one );ate): A cluster of wooden buoys hung on the porch, now strewn with crunchy leaves. It hadn't been swept since the summer. #Inktober. See more at @edaggarart
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