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.

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A stand of birch trees

Day nineteen : A stand of birch trees stood sentinel in the dark.

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He chopped the fallen tree into logs

ink drawing of an axe in a log

Day fourteen: He chopped the fallen tree into logs, then split them into pieces suitable for the stove. He’d need enough to last the long winter.

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Various and sundry trophies adorned the walls

shadows of taxidermied deer )ink drawing)Day twelve of #Inktober.

Various and sundry hunting trophies adorned the walls of the anteroom. The light from the fireplace made them cast shifting, unsettling shadows onto the walls and ceiling.

I’ve added some process pics after the jump, if you’re interested.

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A lantern in the dark

Ink drawing of a lantern

With day seven’s drawing, I extend a warm and heartfelt thanks once again to WordPress Discover for sharing my opening post from this #Inktober, and to new followers here! Welcome!

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An anchor lay rusting among rocks and ferns

Anchor (ink drawing)

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.

It also looks as though it may be on a bluff overlooking the sea. Time will tell…

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A single light burned late into the night in the little saltbox house

a house in a copse of trees (ink drawing)

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)

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On a velvet dark night full of stars, the rain began

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…

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Day three brings a stevedore and more stars

A stevedore smoking a meerschaum pipe

Day three of #Inktober2017. A stevedore smoking a meerschaum pipe.

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Dishing on design!

"Silhouettes I Hate" sketch on fashion

This is a fun little sketch I started while watching Project Runway. It is one of few ‘reality tv’ shows I enjoy, mainly because the contestants (however manipulated, scripted, or edited out of context for drama) do actually design and create the clothing on the show. I love watching the process, and seeing the results.

Here is a repeat of half of a spread I posted several days ago, paired with a new painting that I did on the back of the same page. The markers had bled through, leaving a ghost on the obverse, and once I had the half-pans out, I couldn’t resist painting a new face over it.