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INKtober 2019: Ancient
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INKtober 2019: Ghost
Guest Ghost
Grab a six-pack or a Marg
Up the elevator: AArrgh
Enter Ectoplasmic Flo
Surreptitious? A p r o p o s
Toooodle oooooh–à bientôt
clay on its way
At last I am again spinning mud into shape on the potter’s wheel. Here is a wheel’s full of bisqued clay:
I spent this evening’s class session applying glazes to these pieces. The glaze buckets were marked Turquoise Matte, Turq, Dk Green, and Black. You can tell which ones I glazed black, but not so much the others.
I helped instructor Jon Higuchi load glaze and bisque kilns, and then I cleaned up the mess I had made in the glaze room. Then it was time to go. No wheel-throwing today, but I’ll make up for it next week. It’s nice to be One With Clay yet again!
INKtober 2019: Treasure
Treasure sometimes requires digestive byproducts to come to exist.
Father
Father
My father was improbable. ° He was frightfully young–seventeen–when ° He and my not-yet mother ° Succumbed to that irresistible ° Primal Urge and got my ° Older brother started. Not-yet-Dad ° Was reluctant to step up ° (And I don’t blame him–he ° Was told he had nothing to fear ° And he knew what a Fork ° In the road Marriage ° And Parenthood were.)
But he did step up, ° Leaving some dreams in dust ° And realizing others ° He had not had before.
That is why I exist. And having learned ° Of my improbable origin ° I resolved that any child I conceived ° Would be wanted ever so much.
And the dream I had ° Was realized. I am a father. My daughter ° Is a Miracle. The improbability ° A beneficent Universe grants ° Fulfilled the most important ° Destiny of my life.
My daughter wants no children. ° She dreams her own dreams. ° She has my approval, and applause.
INKtober prompt: Tread
“Take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints.” Motto of the Baltimore Grotto, a Maryland caving club founded in 1952
Tread Marks
Toes press macadam
Rabbit tracks weave amongst the flora
EXIT signs illumine dusty footprints on the floor
And Every One of us has left our mark
Defining a path through Darkness
Rest in peace, Harold Price Bowers, Sr.
1 9 3 3 – 1 9 8 3
INKtober 2019: Sling
Inktober prompt: “Sling.” There are many types of Slings. Slings might support a broken arm or enable the hoisting of an air conditioner or, as with David the shepherd, smite and slay an enemy. I found in my research, though, that the sling slung over Michelangelo’s David’s shoulder didn’t look like any of the weaponry slings found in my Internet search.nor does my drawn slingshot much resemble anything being marketed online.
I was tempted to draw the “Sling of David” anti-missile and -drone weaponry created by Raytheon for the State of Israel, but there’s too much deadly force on this page as it is.
Here’s a look at the megapage my subpage is on. If I did it well, there is three-part harmony here.
Peace/Salaam/Shalom be unto you, Friends.
INKtober 2019: Misfit
Gearloose
Many team-ups don’t go off ° Maybe cringing maybe scoff
If you are illuminati ° Instinct says: Avoid John Gotti
So it is with gears to shift ° Some we must assign short shrift
INKtober 2019: Ornament
ornAMENt
osmiCosmos makes us gleam
ring surrounds a worthy scheme
nest-in-spun-gold regimen
amplifies sweet Sentiment
INKtober 2019: Wild
The prompt for today is Wild, so the drawing style is scribbly and there’s a full moon. Shadowy, stealthy stuff is happening. The artist didn’t stay within the lines. The Beast.
Wild Life
We oft leave Comfort for Thrill
Itch to grow claws & folliculi
Long for Jehovah teed off
Deliver us an Evil Spree
One with Clay, Image and Text 