I was going to draw myself for today, but decided I felt like I more represented the word "exhausted." I have GOT to get some sleep. However, the World Series is on tonight and that only comes around once a year so my slumber prospects look slim.
I feel this fellow that emerged from my pen is probably way more tired than I.
Tonight I went to the grocery store determined to buy only the healthiest ingredients possible. I also ambled over to the magazine section where I always spend way too much money. Bruce Springsteen was on the cover of Rolling Stone Magazine and there was also a great article on Sturgis Simpson in there, but it was $6.99 and yet, contained so few pages. I already have Springsteen's autobiography, Born to Run, so I decided to pass. But then, what's this? A new cooking magazine by Chris Kimball called Milk Street Magazine. Build flavor without searing meat before stewing? Roast oranges? Create Asian coleslaw? What? I flip to the front--the price is...$6.99. And I put it into my cart and decide there's so many recipes and different foods in the universe that I just am going to have to die early with a very well-developed palate. What can I do? I am helpless in the face of culinary adventure.
Went to see the phenomenal Chris Robinson sing tonight (from Black Crowes and now Chris Robinson Brotherhood), and I'm so committed to getting these days out, that I took my sketchbook into the concert and drew this before the show started and during an intermission! Super drawing geek! But I did rock out otherwise!
"Without imagination, things were only as they appeared - and that was blindness. Things were more than they appeared, so much more. When he considered an oak tree, it was not just a tree. To someone small, like an ant, it was a whole landscape of rugged barky cliffs and big green leaf - plains that quaked when the sky was restless, a place of many strange creatures where fearsome winged beasts could pluck and devour someone in a blink."
Um, I could have down something Halloween-like, or something gory, but why? This terror is every dieter's nightmare! (P.S., Don't diet--then this won't be scary. Life's too short, ya' know? Just have a few thin mints and skip that scale. Rake some extra leaves instead, my sweets!)
Girlscout (although the size of that tiny mitten suggests a "Brownie."): "It's our annual Girl Scout cookie sale, Mrs. Jones. Two for the price of one!"
Mrs. Jones (on the day of her weigh in): "Help me!"
I think films, books, music, all can take you to another place, time, emotion, no? Without even leaving your immediate surroundings, these art forms can take you to heights and depths of the human existence. With the "inktober" word, transport, I could have been very literal and drawn a car, truck, train, or plane. I'd rather take flight figuratively to worlds imagined and feelings often unfurled in daily life.
Today's word was "jump." I was going to do a jumping grasshopper (listen, I have been thinking about baby grasshoppers for awhile--more on that on another post), a child on a pogo stick (reminiscing about my own childhood), and finally ended up with a child jumping into his mother's arms. I'm happy with the idea. (-:
Amazing, Inktober's 10/4, Tuesday prompt corresponds to National Taco Day. Incredible! I thought I would try to incorporate "Hungry" with the day, because who isn't always hungry for a taco? And who doesn't want to wear a cute taco earring and blouse to boot!
Hello! Amazingly, it's already October, and for the first time, I'm going to join in with the Inktober movement--an ink drawing a day for 31 days. Learn more about it and Jake Parker, the creator of it, here! I hope you join me!
I'm going to try to head the 31 prompts offered from Inktober, although you do not have to do it that way.