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
Day three of #Inktober2017. A stevedore smoking a meerschaum pipe. Follow me @edaggarart on instagram to see more art, or @electrofork to see more photos. Even more art at: elizabethdaggar.com.
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