Many artists on social media do ink drawings in October and post them. It's called "Inktober." I would too, I suppose, but I'm simply not that organized. Anyway, I love rich black India ink and I use it almost every day anyway.
Showing posts with label ink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ink. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Snow flurries
As I was sketching the other morning, snowflakes started to swirl around me. They fell in the pools of black ink in my drawing of the water in front of me.
I had to leave before the ink dried and when I opened up my sketchbook at home, the pools of ink had dried and smeared. It almost ruined the drawing and I thought I should fix those parts that were diluted by the added snow and the blotting that happened while I walked home. But, after reflection, I decided that I liked the result: the finished image displayed the balance between my intelligence (such as it is!) in the world and the world itself. We have détante here between order (such as it is!) and the benign chaos of Nature.
This makes me think of Jackson Pollock who asserted that when made his famous "drip" paintings he became Nature itself. I'm not so sure. But then, I'm not sure of many things. In the end, it's a philosophical question and these, we know, have no answers. Best to just enjoy the ride.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Monday, September 22, 2014
Monday, August 11, 2014
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Inky Geese
Someone requested that I do more ink drawings of geese.
So I did: July 15th, 2014
Happy to oblige!
Bonne journée!
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Ink Drawings
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| 08-01-12 These were drawn with sienna ink and conté pencil |
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There's a reason for everything, even when there's no reason or when someone is being unreasonable!
Friday, July 27, 2012
Ink Drawings
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Ink Drawings
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| brush and ink. The wash is a mix of coffee and India ink. |
These were great fun to do this morning. A small flock of mallards was feeding and minding their business in the river below the dam. They seemed so peaceful and dedicated to their own particular needs. They eat, preen, dabble and squabble and chase each other around. And they rest by tucking their heads under their wings and balancing on one leg. Can you do that?
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