Just a page of interesting layers in my Uncharted Waters sketchbook.
Rain – again! – Ink
This was done a few days ago as I sat indoors on midsummer’s day. We have had an awful amount of rain recently. Evidently its due to the position of the jet stream pushing weather patterns further south. I know better. Its due to the government trying to make us save money by forcing us to stay indoors on wet days. Doesn’t work. We just NEED to get out, to the shopping malls, for some retail therapy.
Midsummer Madness – Ink and Watercolour
We had over 2.5″ of rain here, yesterday. It continued to pour during the night but began to clear up around midday. So much for the longest day of the year – the height of summer.
This was the 13th green (how appropriate) at my local golf course this afternoon. The main hazard is usually the huge tree on the left. Now there is a lake surrounding the green. Come to think about it this makes the hole interesting but how to get onto the green might be a problem. Only an idiot would try to play the course, in this condition, after all this rain. Yes! You guessed it!
Little seeker Annie takes cover beneath a massive eldershroom while bucket-size drops of rain pummel it’s foamy cap with a hollow, distant percussion. Beneath the fungi’s costate canopy she thinks of a dryer-warmed blanket and a cop of broth as bones shiver. Adventure’s remourse settles in. And she waits for a break in the weather before nightfall.
Autumn falls in autumn like a leaf. Raine drops in spring like rain. Fall girl. Fall boy. Fall together.
An evening’s wandering in ink, inspired by the cold, steady rain outside and the anticipation of the spring flowers soon to follow.
Power of the Weather
A whimsical sketch that seemed to fit in with this month’s theme challenge. Even though it doesn’t rain everyday, the potential for rain has the power to get me carrying a small, collapsible umbrella everyday I go to work (I have a 10-15 minute walk to and from).
Just playing around with my micron pens and seeing what different sort of spaces I could fill with simple spirals and swirls.
Dreams Come With the Rain
Another introspective page in the ‘sleepless’ molie, also done late at night.