Welp, the good news is, it’s day 2 of Inktober, and I have 2 drawings done (though still waiting on number 2 to dry so I can scan it properly).
The bad news is, there is *no way* I can keep up this pace if I give every drawing the attention I gave to these two. So I think it might end up being a spotty Inktober 2025. We’ll see, though! Perhaps I will surprise myself.
Do we succumb and offer ourselves as prey? Or do we become elusive and scarce, mean and jagged and toxic?
A portrait in pen and ink, mostly neck. Some thoughts about looking inward by looking upward.
We fight different demons
We carry the light differently
Different tools in our belts
Actually, inside me there is just one wolf.
You have two? That must be very uncomfortable.
Oops, it seems to be coming out.
with a shank / in his stocking, / a rose / in his tea, // ain’t this / a fellow / we’d all / like to be?
Welcome to Fall, don’t forget your hat and your club!