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
INKtober 2019: Ghost
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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 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 prompt: Legend
First off, apologies to John Legend. I was sketching you, John, but the unforgiving ink snuck in a generous portion of Steve Harvey. This is a misfire, John. You don’t look like this. I will do a better portrait of you, John, when I go back to pencil.
The three-liner of an acrostic poem includes an inside joke that only one person on Earth will “get.” And we will keep it that way.
Leg/End
Legend: Airy Vivienne
Entered–Gary said amen
Got a Fairy Tale? Hit Send
Inktober supplement: Spread Sheets
Long ago, in a century adjacent to our own, I put food on the table of my tiny family by creating, enhancing, and updating Excel spreadsheets for a hospital system known then as Samaritan Health Services. They paid me about three times what I am making now, and in more-potent 20th-century dollars. Nevertheless, I sleep better at night now than I did then. Part of that insomnia was due to Imposter Syndrome, part was Breadwinner’s Burden, and part was the inability to forget about the job in my off-hours. But now I think of that time as vital and productive, and I’m grateful for the insight it gave me into the labyrinthine workings of the financial side of “healthcare.” I did this page with a generous dose of nostalgia.
Spread Sheets
Suspend a disbelief the Moo-cow moos • Present a spirit willing in the flesh • Repeal the laws that make us always lose • Encapsulate a Babe & build a creche • And THEN you’ll pass this arbitrary test • Designed to turn your whole notes into rests
INKtober 2019: Overgrown
No poem today, Friends, but a few “making of” notes. The prompt is Overgrown, and it made me think of a big baby, and then a baby impossibly big, and then the worst parenting chore made even worse. So I found royalty-free stock images of a seated, diapered baby and a forklift. (A crane would be more useful but less visually feasible.) Drew everything with a ultra-fine tipped pen that was running out of ink. Scanned and realized the midtones needed to be darkened to the fullest extent of the law, but that would destroy the pleasing midgray of the sketchbook surround, so I made a copy of the image and darkened it in MS Office 2010, then went to Paint and manually fixed up the lettering some and then copied the page area only, then while still in Paint opened the original and pasted the page interior, which effectively erased the wishy-washy original drawing but preserved the gentle background.
INKtober 2019: Snow
The double acrostic for this one is a single word, PHOEBE. Though Pho and EBE are standalones–Pho is a Vietnamese food, and EBE is Extraterrestrial Biological Entity–let’s ignore the halves and let them be Phoebe. And within this most minimal poem, snow nay be found.
Phoebe
Poet songstress was set free
Heaven knows her F.O.B
O the afterhaps we’ll see
One with Clay, Image and Text 