I’ve embarked on a project that has decided it wants to be something much larger than I’d planned, which is awfully exciting (to me). What began yesterday as just a few drawings of trees and birds to layer into another snowscape has planted the seeds of a short film, a proper story. The spark has been lighted and no going back!
These are two stills from the scene I worked on today using yesterday’s drawings. I’ll share a sneak peek at some motion soon.
Sorry I missed yesterday’s post deadline. Here is one from the archives for December first. Car in Snow.
And the steaming bird, fresh from the oven, rested on the sideboard, waiting to be carved for the feast of giving thanks.
On a Friday night in Red Hook, a delightful reunion of friends over a swell dinner and lots of singing. (I don’t sing at karaoke, but I sure love listening and drawing.)
Day thirty-one: Seasonal gourds and a straw broom rested on the porch. The wind was picking up, and the barometer was dancing.
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I hope you’ve enjoyed this Inktober as much as I have! Stay tuned— I’ll be putting together a little book of these drawings (and possibly a few more) in the weeks to come!
A murmuration of starlings could be spotted in the distance, swirling and changing formation above the far edge of the tilled field.
Days twenty-nine and thirty of #Inktober. Click through to see the individual drawings in more detail.
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While I’m writing, I want to say thanks to everyone who’s found and followed this blog in the past month or two. The family is growing, and I’ve looked at, read, and followed so many of your blogs, too. My birthday was October 27th, and today the number reached 1,027, so thank you, again!
Days twenty-seven and twenty-eight, a diptych:
She had a Victorian sensibility and liked to collect little things she found on her walks.