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Inktober 2: Existential Clues

October 2, 2018
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My updated  driver’s license arrived in the mail yesterday. It says a lot about who the State of Arizona thinks I am, and some of it is true.

Elsewhere in my wallet are various IDs and other clues as to the nature of my existence. There’s a 31 day full-fare bus pass, for instance. In a year I will be able to get one for half-fare, unless they change the rules.

I’ve put my drawing in a context that Sherlock Holmes would have some success in learning much more about me. But none of it, nor all the data an exhaustive FBI search would reveal, nor all the memories of everyone who ever knew me, nor my own increasingly spotty memory, is sufficient to describe who I am. And a good thing, for I am always straining to become someone else. Aren’t we all?

Inktober 1st: Concert

October 1, 2018
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Long ago  Elton John sang, at Big Surf in my own Valley of the Sun, “You’re gonna hear electric music, solid walls of sound…” At least that’s what I heard, and wondered: What would that look like? Then, approximately ten years later, I was on an airplane, and Dire Straits invited me to “Check out Guitar George. He knows all the chords…” Then, approximately four years later, a former classmate nameed George Gilman, who did indeed know all the chords, helped serenade my infant daughter Katie with guitar and voice. She was fascinated and silent.

Now, approximately 28 years later, the image below fulfills its approximately 42-year destiny. Inktober has begun!

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Inktober 25-30, 2017

October 30, 2017
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Coming into the home stretch. Tomorrow is Halloween, and the last prompt, “Mask,” will have a post all its own.

At the request of Nikki A. Holmes, a lively friend of mine, I also did a page with the prompt “Epic.” Here’s Epic Nikki:

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It’s been fun, Inktober, but what with work and 3D Design class and the Senior Center’s walking program and the World Series, it’s sometimes been tough fun. I’ll be glad to be taking a break–HOLY MOLY!! November 1st starts National Novel Writing Month! It never ends!!! 🙂

Inktober 13-18, 2017

October 18, 2017
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Here they all are at once, Friends, with a bonus origami crane to boot. The prompts: Teeming, Mysterious, Fierce, Fat, Graceful, and Filthy. As to the last, the portrait is of you-know-who but is unlabeled and meant to be more generic, because there are SO MANY creeps like him out there, proving that not only does power Corrupt–it Engorges.

Inktober 21: alt er cat ion

October 29, 2016
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The Inktober prompts include “Battle.” An Altercation is synonymesque, but perhaps not synonymous. Cats are capable of fierce battle, as anyone who has seen a sincere cat fight may attest. This moustached bald guy is also battle-capable, but his stance and the expression on his face connote reluctance. The axially oriented doodads may be totems, or power sources, or mood indicators, or some supra-realistic transceivers–throw in a lot of And/Ors, and add what you will. You now have the image electrochemically preserved in your cerebral cortex. Consequently, it is now yours as well as mine, and you are free to make what sense of it you wish.

Inktober 20: glass, feather, wine

October 28, 2016
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Some time ago, in a Village of Oak Creek far, far away, I used pencil and then photoediting software to make an image I called “Spoon, Water, Glass.” When I post this blog entry it is likely that “Spoon, Water, Glass” will be listed as a related post, simply because I’ve just mentioned it twice. I hope it does. I don’t want to have to search for it, and I do want to compare it to this one.

If I had done a similar treatment with versification, I might have written this:

spoon, water, glass

heavy-duty morning;
stirring afternoon.
images a-borning
may require a spoon.

so they do. in this case
glass encases water.
case the joint and kiss face
if you think you oughtter.

–Well, as Old Lodge Skins was wont to say, “Sometimes the Magic works, and sometimes it doesn’t.” But every time you try, the Magic gets another chance.