Well, my very first Inktober attempt. And I know, I know! Arm wonky, completely buggered — and, I now notice, head too big also. Not to mention where did the 80s Morgan Fairchild/hair metal style come from… (Has anyone noticed just how much Taylor Swift looks like Morgan Fairchild, people? While we’re here? As an aside?)
I don’t completely mind it, though. Might work it over, see if it can be fixed.
a bouquet of roses,
of diamonds and baby’s breath
a few stars thrown in
to confuse over scale
and Satan peering from a black black hole
deep, deep, deep in the vase
a bouquet of roses
roses, foxes and diamonds
diamonds and baby’s breath
breath, and a few stars
the scale is confused
and Satan’s in there too
peeping out a black hole
gravity in the vase
down deep, deep
© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2017
Image – Vaughan’s Seed Company; Henry G. Gilbert Nursery and Seed Trade Catalog Collection, no known copyright restrictions.
pleased with pleb vitality
contempt for hothouse blooms
I was a dandelion, she thought
from under tons of concrete, tons
broke anyway
through a hundred metric tonnes of rock
a smiling flower at the tip
poking through
© Alex Ankarr 2017
Image – Orest Ukrainsky, public domain
burn a few petals at a home-made altar
incense rises up
caffeine’s done its job but good
proof’s the dregs in the cup
tribute is silence
creeping around
silent feet, for him
working stiffs
don’t get much sleep
it’s a gift, for him
clock says
{chimes}
it’s two a.m.
the birds and I, we can’t sleep
but we
{chimes}
can keep
the peace for him
at least with a shotgun
disturb a few feathers
and leaves
image – Mark K. https://www.flickr.com/photos/17708700@N07/ https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/
Yeah, you read it right! What the hell – I’m only about 13 weeks behind with this project. Never mind bringing it up to speed: what about skipping forward twenty-six weeks or so?
Why not? Just because, hey, it’s a hella fun project and I can’t wait 26 weeks to get on it!
So, the main task for the chapter, lemme quote: ‘DESIGN A TAROT CARD’.
Yeah? Pretty cool? Here’s what I came up with, ta-da….. drum-roll…
The Bookstore Clerk! AKA Kali, (Hipster) Goddess of Destruction! (My own personal role model!)
(BTW it is Kali, right? Not Shiva? Hang on a mo… Yeah. Woah, yeah. That’s me. *nods* Mother Kali.)
Aw, gosh-darn. You don’t need to tell me my drawing chops need work. Dammit, I used to be able to get a likeness at least, I wasn’t awful. See, use it or lose it. Gotta practice. Think I will have another try drawing her digitally. Those are attempts at books and pens in her hands, although you might never know it!
Yep, she has three pairs of arms – or I tried to give her the appearance of them, at least. And I like the font: it’s got that old-skool hand-printed library-ticket vibe. She needs extra arms, for stamping all of those books with her old-skool library stamp. (Which I also tried to draw. THAT’S NOT A RAMPANT RABBIT! It’s a library stamp. Granted, possibly not one that would hold together structurally, but that’s the intent.)
Kali’s got a Scooby-Doo Velma vibe, right? More than I intended. She may evolve in further iterations. I think a monochrome card and a slinkier goddess of the bookstacks is possibly in order.
Practice, practice, practice. PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE!
burn a few petals at a home-made altar
incense rises up
caffeine’s done its job but good
proof’s the dregs in the cup
tribute is silence
creeping around
silent feet, for him
working stiffs
don’t get much sleep
it’s a gift, for him
clock says
{chimes}
it’s two a.m.
the birds and I, we can’t sleep
but we
{chimes}
can keep
the peace for him
at least with a shotgun
disturb a few feathers
and leaves
image – Mark K. https://www.flickr.com/photos/17708700@N07/ https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/
Yeah, you didn’t get it wrong, and you’re not having hallucinations. (Knock off the gin a bit, though. It’s getting to be a problem.)
It’s a robin in a flower-hat.
What? Man, it’s fucking tough posting a blogpost every day! You try it!
You can expect a whole lotta cute animals in titfers over the next few days. And you are welcome!
burn a few petals at a home-made altar
incense rises up
caffeine’s done its job but good
proof’s the dregs in the cup
tribute is silence
creeping around
silent feet, for him
working stiffs
don’t get much sleep
it’s a gift, for him
clock says
{chimes}
it’s two a.m.
the birds and I, we can’t sleep
but we
{chimes}
can keep
the peace for him
at least with a shotgun
disturb a few feathers
and leaves
image – Mark K. https://www.flickr.com/photos/17708700@N07/ https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/
pleased with pleb vitality
contempt for hothouse blooms
I was a dandelion, she thought
from under tons of concrete, tons
broke anyway
through a hundred metric tonnes of rock
a smiling flower at the tip
poking through
© Alex Ankarr 2017
Image – Orest Ukrainsky, public domain
Doves shot upwards
Snowfall in reverse
Confetti burst
© Alex Ankarr 2017
Image – Bethan under Creative Commons licence.
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