Happy Thursday! (See what I did there? 😉 XD )
So the last few years I have taken part in inktober in my own anarchistic sort of way, not following the daily prompts or worrying about having to produce a whole drawing each day… but instead using it as an excuse to indulge in something I love but never feel justified setting time aside to do.
When my wonderful friend Mrs Brown first asked me to take part with her several years ago I felt that invitation had given me permission to set some time aside to do something for ‘me’ – something I have always struggled with as we have such a large household and so many other commitments.
I used to be fairly good at art and spent enough time doing it that I considered it as a career. Now this one month a year is pretty much the only time I pick up a paintbrush – except to clean the ones that others have been using! XD
As a household we do a lot of creative stuff but that usually means me stepping back and giving the kids what they need to be creative. It feels as indulgent a thing as a hot chocolate and rum or a hot lavender bath to have this creative ‘room of One’s own’ so to speak, even if it is only once a year!
I know that as with other things of this nature, many people find inktober a stress. I totally get that and if that’s the case it’s possibly not a healthy thing to continue with. I’d hate to think I had put pressure on somebody to do something that caused them stress or anxiety.
But for me it is something which brings me joy so I am going to continue to spew tea painted silliness into the aether throughout October and I hope that seeing it brings some of you some giggles as well XD If you’re doing inktober, do feel free to put links to your posts in the comments I love looking at what other folks are doing too 🙂
So to kick us off, here is cutesy little half-demon Edmund with his little heart shaped smoke rings. He’s painted in a mix of black blended tea and coffee with an underwash of lapsang and mate to his jacket and trousers giving that grey-green tint which I’m not sure is that noticeable on the image! His demon-pride red waistcoat and scarf are done in mixed berry fruit tea and I had to cheat and do his blue eye in watercolour because I’ve never found a vivid enough blue tea! The golden yellow is tumeric and the pinkish wash to the background was the mixed berry again 🙂
I AM going to try and do him lying down in the park at some point but I didn’t have the courage for that as my first one! XD
Hugest blessings on all your Octobrish shenanigans, whatever they may be! 🙂
Ahoi! I hope you’ve had an utterly splendiferous week! 🙂 Ours has been a mixed bag of liquorice allsorts XD I honestly don’t understand how lock-down can have caused so much calamity XD But there has been mostly good amongst the sporadic weird – the car got fixed which was unexpected and fabulous and lots of art has happened which is always a good thing! I even got to do some arting myself so I’ve started making chibies of the Silk and Steel characters thinking that for Inktober I will paint them in tea XD
So here’s my cutesy lil half-demon librarian Edmund for you… just a basic one as I was figuring him out, I want to do one of him puffing his heart-shaped smoke rings at some point too XD … (and as with all my pics you can print and colour him in if you want 🙂 )
And here’s the next bit of Silk and Steel… still at the docks and from Xander’s perspective… I hope you all have an utterly fabulous weekend and are starting to feel a bit more ‘normal’ lol, whatever that is! XD
When Spyro gave the signal, Xander immediately looked around for Vraxi but he was nowhere to be found. Cursing, he pushed through the tide of bodies all surging to engage with the few remaining guards. He elbowed, shoved and butted people aside, not caring which side they were on, his mind filled only with horrific visions of what trouble the idiot could have managed to get himself into now.
He glanced up at the wall and saw Fey take out one guard while another jumped her from behind and locked a meaty arm around her throat, but before he could think of a way to help, an osetra sailed neatly through the air, did a fancy little flip and buried itself in the man’s neck.
Looking in the direction the knife had come, he saw Vraxi up on a nearby rooftop beside Ros and breathed a sigh of relief, before remembering he was furious with the wretch and would definitely have to murder him when they got home.
A blow to the side of his head suddenly sent him reeling, black stars danced in front of his eyes and he felt the demon surge and thrash inside him as waves of panic, adrenaline and fury pulsed through his brain.
He turned, his vision clearing in clouds of dissipating claret, seized the guard who had struck him by the hair and slammed his knee into his face, breaking his nose and dropping him to the floor where the mob trampled him blindly into the mud.
The noise and mayhem drenched his senses, like a wet curtain that he struggled to fight free of to no avail, and he lashed out blindly for a few seconds, terrified and unable to discern who was attacking him and from where.
Breathe. He told himself. Stop flailing and take control.
He forced himself to stand still, open his eyes and focus on what was happening around him.
Fey was doing well again on the wall, on the roof top Ros and Vraxi seemed to be picking off guards on the other side of the barricade.
On the ground the mob were making some headway dismantling the cart planks and lower placed pallets. There were four guards left on this side. Xander pulled his knives from his belt and went for the nearest.