Pet Commission

Something I have been doing with these inked pet commissions is asking for donations to a favorite local dog rescue where we have gotten our dogs in the past.

These rescues are suffering during covid times, so every little bit helps. I appreciate those who are donating this way! Makes me feel good.

Inktober 2021 Day 16 – Compass

Rushing but having fun! I have said for a long time that I want to learn how to be looser with my art. This is going to force that!

This is for all the wildlife rescuers out there whose compass is True North.

This was a fast one with the brush and a few pens. I am needing to catch up!!! This comes from a story that had me laughing and supporting Wild Heart Ranch Wildlife Rescue this summer. A state of the art, new racoon holding pen was breached by the little rascals in rehab this summer. They call it The Great Escape and the rehab director kept us on the edge of our seats with the hilarious antics as they worked to recapture 40 escaped babies.

60 were still in the cage, but 40 sets of destructive little hands can wreak havoc.

4 are still roaming the wildlife center at night, but the others have been safely rehabbed and released where they can live without wreaking destruction. You can’t help but love these cuties tho.

Thank you to all the rehabbers out there giving their life to help wildlife.

Inktober Day 14 – Tick

Did you know the opossum is our little vacuum cleaners in nature? They can eat 10k-12k ticks in a month. Be kind to these gentle creatures.

This little fella was placed in rehab when he fell off his mama’s back. Opossums do not go searching for their young so when they fall off, they are on their own.


A couple of places I love who rehab opossums:
IN – Humane Indiana Wildlife
OK – Wild Heart Ranch

Finalizing Inktober

So Inktober almost went bust for me mid month when my brother passed, but I finally jumped back in on day 21 and did a few more pieces.

Here is my wrapup:

Day 6 – Rodent
Day 7 Fancy – this was a rare bird who showed up in our area – I was practicing ink washes and will watercolor this later
Day 8 Teeth – I added this to my Nature Journal since I heard the coyotes again behind the house.
Day 21 – Sleep – this was my re-entry into my creativeness after the loss of my brother. It seemed a nice, gentle way to get back to it. My cat and pointillism.
Day 23 – RIP – My brother, Aaron
Day 25 – Buddy – My brother Ron – we were buddies growing up on the farm as the closest to my age of the 7 of us.

I had to catch up on some Christmas commissions at this point, so I put my energy into those. I also was meeting once a week with a set of nieces who were participating with me, which I will share in another post.

One other thing that kept me involved is that I am an Admin on a Facebook group called Inktober SafeSpace where artists, young and old, can share their work without imagery depicting violence, hate, and sexually explicit material. The larger Inktober can trigger someone due to depictions of suicide and depression etc. Also, some of us simply do not like all that in-your-face art.

This is a place where people can safely have fun, share and not have to deal with the artists who are going for the shock factor, edginess, and trying to push the envelope of how disgusting they can be. Sometimes life is hard enough without having it in your face 24/7. We are a small group, but we certainly had fun this year.

All of this kept me Inktober-busy! I did enjoy the “season”.

Perpetual Nature Journal

Chickadee

I have begun a perpetual nature journal. However, I am an IT consultant and this week I was switched from many years working from a home office to 5 days smack in the middle of downtown Indy. What an adjustment. So this will curtail the amount of nature I am observing, but I still have the weekend bird count for Cornell University. Feeder birds may be the main pics until I can get out on a weekend.

Pigeons seen on my morning commute.

Inktober 2019 Week 1

Inktober is in full swing and here I am forgetting to blog it! Feel free to look me up on Instagram, where I am quite active. Day 1 was “Ring” (the Nashville Warbler’s eye ring is quite distinct) and “Leaf”. So I hit all 3 lists on this one.

I had no plan going into this year. Come whatever comes. I am watching 3 different lists and am hit and miss with them. This was Mindless and Seedpod. I use to mindlessly whack these down. Now even the seedpod is prescious.

#inktober2019

#InktoberNature

#Birdtober

Day 3 was the Killdeer offering herself as Bait to predators to pull them away from her nest. Amazing birds. They nest across the street from me each summer, so I hear them daily.

Day 4 was some practice 60 second sketches.

This momma Robin was sitting near me on the trail. I was unwittingly standing directly under her nest build. I moved back and watched as she industriously went about her business.

It was a great start to Inktober.

Inktober Week 2 – Stars Legend

Inktober Week 2 – Stars Legend

20181009_213911

In Week 2 I began to feel glimmers of my inner artist really showing up for the party. Above was my interpretation of Star, which was a breakthrough concept piece for me, since I was illustrating a Native American legend.

If you break a cottonwood tree small branch at the circular growth line, and it is not too green or not too dry, you will find a star.

image09

Image from: My Wishing Rock blog

The Arapahoe and Cheyenne tribes believe this is where stars are born and the wind sends them up into the sky. I love this and that is where my concept piece was born.

Another legend says this is where stars hide during the day. The Lakota use the cottonwood in their Sundance ceremony as the tree of life because of this.  — reference: Mom off Track blog

The idea of the three trees is taken from three of the cottonwoods I grew up with along the drive to our barn (and I used a reference photo to capture some of the branch placement.) I have a strong affinity for these trees because the sound of their leaves in the wind winds through every childhood memory of outdoor play like a ribbon through my hair. The sound transports me every time, and now I have another reason to love these trees.