I lost my momentum toward the end of the month. I remained a day or two behind schedule, and when catching up was posting to social media, but not here each day, So this post is a bit of catch up.
So there totaled three drawings of the witch-boy, leading up to Halloween. The final drawing was just a plain old hair study. Terrifically anticlimactic, honestly. I haven’t even posted that one elsewhere, as I was sort of thinking I might do something else for the 31st ‘official’. But now it’s November third, time to let it go.
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 included one in the last post. This makeup was my 26 day drawing, haha.
Day twenty-five: a palm plant, enjoying the sunshine of the east-facing window in her new-old house.
Day twenty-four: When at last she’d completed ministrations to her old-new house in such ways that compelled her, she returned to the leathery old box— a delicious reward. Retrieved from its out-of-the-way place of safe-keeping (much to Cat’s chagrin), she opened it. It contained the following:
+ One journal; worn but not ruined
+ One sheaf of very old photographs (same)
+ One packet of post-cards, written long ago (in surprisingly decent nick)
+ One iron key, threaded on a threadbare plaited tassel
The mystery had only just begun.
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Day twenty-two: A photo from her youth; freckled after a Summer spent at a warmer seaside town with her family
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Day nineteen: a Great Pumpkin on a full moonlit night
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Day eighteen: A great old iron key or handle was in the garden where she was digging up weeds to plant bulbs for the Spring. She determined to find out what it fitted in, if it was indeed part of the house.
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Day seventeen: The dinghy had been dragged up on the shore and left there. No one knew to whom it belonged.
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I realized almost immediately after inking this that my leaf and acorn are troublesome, as the leaf is of the Maple sort, and acorns are of Oaks, but I inked it this evening without any thought and then it was too late.
Anyway, it’s a seasonal little drawing, and I’m once again a day behind, so better a drawing of ill-fitted botanicals than no drawing at all!
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