#30Inks30Days 15 April, 2020

Organics Studio Ralph Waldo Emerson Twilight Blue (Masters of Writing Collection)

This ink wash on this drawing took hours to dry, but I love the way this ink sheens. The last photo is just to show how it catches the light.

 

#30Inks30Days 14 April, 2020

Ferris Wheel Press Pumpkin Patch Ink

#30Inks30Days 13 April, 2020

Robert Oster Barossa Grape. I know I can’t do a credible drawing of a person; please feel free to giggle. In fact, I hope you do! We need to keep hold of our sense of the ridiculous.

“For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors, and laugh at them in our turn?”― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

How are people doing? How are you handling isolation? The daily news? The loneliness or the excessive togetherness? Please let me know.

#30Inks30Days 12 April, 2020

(Oops. I forgot to hit the “Publish” button yesterday.)

Diamine Shimmering Ink Red Lustre

#30Inks30Days 11 April, 2020

Diamine Shimmertastic Brandy Dazzle

 

#30Inks30Days 10 April, 2020

Robert Oster “Sheen and Shimmy” Black “n” Blue (the blue shimmer doesn’t show up well in the photo, but it’s there)

 

#30Inks30Days 9 April, 2020

Sailor Manyo Akebi

I spilled some of the next ink I plan to use on the page. Oops!

#30Inks30Days 8 April, 2020

Troublemaker Inks Sea Glass

As you can see, I’m trying to get back to a story. I have a feeling I’m not going to be able to keep COVID-19 out of it altogether. It’s too much on my mind.

#30Inks30Days 7 April, 2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taccia Hokusai Saibimidori

(I added the second shot of the page to show off the ink’s sheening and shading properties)

I gave last night’s coyote a cameo. It was quieter tonight; no animals came by, wanting to be included.

 

 

While We Keep Waiting; The Peach Tree Chronicles, Part III

I found a panel in a comic that seems to encapsulate this moment:

That’s how I feel, too. (You can peruse the whole comic here.)

I keep reading on-line pieces here and there that are versions of “I didn’t want to talk about the COVID-19 situation, but…” (for example, go over to Mountain of Ink and read Kelli’s post on “Quarantine 2020 Ink Palettes.” Be sure to check out the link to the dreaming octopus, too. It’s amazing). I do want to talk about the coronavirus, but am having a difficult knowing what to say. I’ve been trying to walk some line between taking the pandemic seriously enough and not freaking out, but all the confusion, the almost non-existent testing, the lack of support for those fighting this disease, the lethal carelessness of the president and governors —well, freaking out begins to look like the reasonable response.

I continue to use my camera to mark the days and to remind myself there is still much beauty in the world. The moon has gone from this,

to this,

to this,

 

 

 

 

 

and, finally, to this:

 

There have been sunsets drenched in all kinds of colours:

 

 

 

 

 

And after one, long, sleepless night, there was a magnificent sunrise.

It got caught in the reflection and frost on our car’s windows.

In my pjs and coat, I sneaked across the street to the park to watch the sun appear.

 

The park was full of crows. 

You can see one flying low across the field in these two:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sun tinged the mountains and clouds pink,

made the eastern sky flame,

and stained the tree bark and pine cones russet.

Frost rimed the grass and the soccer field sparkled in the sun.

Spring continues to unfold, just as if there were no corona viruses in the world. The daffodils are rising like the sun and my apple tree begins to put out leaves.

 

And while most of the blossoms on the peach tree survived,

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a few took a hit.

 More wintry weather is due this weekend.

I hope you all are staying well and staying at home as much as possible.