Back to sketching river stones. See if all this sketching this month has had some effect? – graphite pencil
lost in the forest one night just short of the full moon, one might see unicorns … or at least dream them.
On a certain night of the full moon, a young unmarried woman may go out to the standing stones, light a bonfire and do a dance in sacrifice to the Stones, to pray for a good husband. It is said that then sometimes, the stones come to life… However, the women who have done the dance have kept resolutely silent about what EXACTLY it is that happens on those magic nights.
An octopus-slash-squid I drew tonight. Zoological accuracy fortunately was not required. But aren’t they decorative? (graphite pencil)
trying to get in touch with my Inner Musician. My inner musician is crook(ed). Like those headphones. But music sneaks stealthily around anyhow…
The danger of having conversations with highly imaginative individuals on Facebook prior to sketching.
Remember me? I am the one whom you despised.
I bore your child – that son who gave this deadly wound -
but was not good enough to be your wife.
Now you are here with me again,
and resting once more in my lap.
The pain gets worse til it subsides –
Look! Yonder are the apple trees of Avalon.
Ancient Avalonian balad
Day 17 of my sketch-a-day Month of May, and still on track, though they haven’t all been uploaded here – I’m afraid I’ve overloaded ‘skineart! This is a sketch of a little dragon model I bought a few years ago, looks like she came to life while sketching and is just figuring out the use of her feet and wings… and maw!