It’s increasingly difficult to go completely off the radar since we (nearly) all carry a GPS around in our pockets or embedded in our dashboards. Yet, there are so many metaphorical ways to be lost for which there are no concrete satellite coordinates.
My husband and I drive a lot, heading “down state,” as it’s called here. That’s where the larger cities are, and my family, as well. For the most part, we pass through unbelievably beautiful areas, but some highway driving is just tedious no matter what. Bad weather can add a level of stress. As the passenger, I read aloud books of mutual choosing to help us both pass the time, lost in characters and places, descriptions and events beyond the windows of our time machine. Our current car novel is American Gods, by Neil Gaiman. The main character in this mysterious, fascinating story starts off without a life purpose, just going with, what seems to be, the whims of fate, also lost in his own way, spending a lot of time on the road. I based my Inktober entry for LOST on car time, oblivious to one’s actual position on the globe, and the feeling of being transported.
Inktober continues to whoosh along. Here’s Hidden.
Feeling safe in my tube.
Still having fun with the Inktober drawings. Here’s my interpretation of Hungry.
No free breadsticks!
I started with a photo of my dad waiting at a table for a meal. I wanted to explore more mark-making and value range with my pens.
You can see what I chose to keep in the drawing compared to the photo, such as the position of the subject, and the overall composition.
However, I changed many of the details, like the location, and the place settings, in order to make the overall content of the image more interesting.
I like to work with photographs as reference, to understand proportions or to get an angle or pose, but not as a way to recreate exactly what’s in the picture.
I used similar techniques with the drawing for the prompt, Collect, which you can see here.
I know I’m behind on the Inktober prompts, but keep checking in! I’ll catch up eventually. Happy drawing!
Random objects usually go on a shelf in my studio where they pile up as remembrances of people, places, or events. I used one such corner as inspiration for Day 3 of Inktober.
Day 3: Collect
The treasures on this shelf in my studio were given to me by friends, relatives, and former students.
The oldest item on the shelf is the cloth clown that I got at an art fair 20 years ago! The waving red cat, the blue sparkle cat, the giant black bird, and the can of soup all came from students. Every object here has a story that helps construct my memories.
A trinket from the fair. A little souvenir. Small gifts from friends. Do you have a collection of such things?