#Inktober2019 – Looking Rough
Ever wake up homeless, hung over, and covered in squirrels?
Ever wake up homeless, hung over, and covered in squirrels?
Just some Poe fangirling.
I actually don’t hate this one. Yet. I tried, in my way, to recreate those old storybook illustrations. Maybe it needs more contrast. Maybe I need to stop looking at it.
And just for the record, here is my sketch, which I liked so well I was nervous to ink it. I could have gone in and darkened with a pencil, but that would have been cheating. It’s Inktober.
I KNOW I don’t have to tell you what it’s from.
A friend asked me to illustrate her kid’s statement: “I’m going to start a comic strip called the Fiery Pits of Utopia. In the first episode, a nice devil guy is going to buy a doughnut.”
It’s just too perfect. Hell doesn’t get any fresher than this.
Tonsil painting was a really remedy at one time. If you got a sore throat your parents painted your tonsils with Merthiolate, a disinfectant which has fallen out of favor due to containing toxic mercury. Oh, where have the good old days gone?
This picture is horrible, but for some reason I hate it less than the last one. I think it really captures the feeling of being sick and having to resort to painting your tonsils with heavy metals.
She’s just painted her toenails and she likes the way they look.
Autocorrect said, “Painting Tonsils.” I hate letting autocorrect down. Maybe the next one should be that.
I haven’t drawn with real ink in so long, I forgot how tricky it is. I accidentally blooped a big drop on her hair! Fortunately I have many tricks up my sleeve now, and was able to hide it.
I don’t like this drawing very much. I think that’s why I keep blathering about it.