Day fourteen: A coconut pirate was among the nautical tchotchkes and geegaws decorating the cozy kitchen.
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.
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…
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)
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…
Every year it seems I forget about Inktober until about a week too late. But this year I remembered and I’m excited to do 29 more drawings! I like the restriction of it. Certainly it’s not forbidden to add color, but I’m taking it as a black and white challenge. Above is my drawing from Day one, and below is Day two. They’ll also be on my instagram (@edaggarart).
More art also at:elizabethdaggar.com.
There was a small woods across the street from the farm. Before the people bought the land and built the large farmhouse and attendant stables and fenced-in pastures, it had been a winter wheat field. If you walked across or around to the back of that field, you’d come upon a picturesque little meadow, hemmed in by trees across which was hidden a lovely woods with a little ribbon of stream running through. It was pretty at all times of year, but in Winter it truly felt like a magical realm, far away from the world.
This is the finished inking of a closed in, tangled forest scene I drew last week— album art for a client. This was drawn with pale graphite, then outlined and hatched ten thousand ways to Sunday with a Micron .01mm pen, and finally some washes (a gentle blend of India ink and water).
This piece was very much inspired by an illustration from Comet in Moominland, by Tove Jansson. The final art for the record sleeve is below, as it looks with color layered in digitally.
And below is the drawing prior to the background hatchings and ink washes. I quite like it as a snowbound clearing, but the purpose of this image (for the record) is to underpin a feeling of being lost, and in a dark, narrow place.