(Gel Fineliner on A5 paper) There are four of these. Done as if imitating a crude AI. You can probably guess what the next one and the other two are like.
(Gel Fineliner on A5 Paper) "HumanAI" meaning taking the role of a basic AI and drawing a picture from a prompt, but not getting the result intended. From the image, you might be able to guess what was requested ;P
(Gel Fineliner on A5 Paper) A "Twart" is someone who tries far too hard to be an artist. Each carries the metaphorical book: "The ABC Book on How To Be An Artist" Ticking off various points they think will make them such. You can usually tell who they are by the cheesy, inoffensive work they produce and a false, bohemian, facade. Because they think that's what artist are like.
para el día 10 de Inktober hoy toca a nomadic
para este día se me ocurrió dibujar a el cavernícola tigre dientes de sable sisck quién está viajando de manera nómada junto a su garrote a otra zona.
꧁༒♛C•Ꭿ•₸♛༒꧂/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\꧁༒♛C•Ꭿ•₸♛༒꧂/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
For day 10 of Inktober today is nomadic's turn
For this day I came up with the idea of drawing the caveman saber-toothed tiger Sisck who is traveling nomadically with his club to another area..
para el día 9 de Inktober hoy toca a sol
para este día se me ocurrió dibujar a tsunoplet quién está encima de una roca tomando un poco de sol ☀️.
(。◕ ∀ ◕｡)(▽◕ ᴥ ◕▽)(。◕ ∀ ◕｡)(▽◕ ᴥ ◕▽)
For the 9th day of Inktober today is the day of the sun
For this day I thought of drawing Tsunoplet who is on a rock getting some sun ☀️
(Gel Fineliner on A5 Paper) It is finished, even if it doesn't look like it. It reflects those old peanut display cards of the 1970s and 80s which were like a peanut strip-tease as the snacks were bought and more of the image was revealed. It's also a comment on the endless WIPs that some upload on social media which are like a form of "peanuts" in themselves.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
In a 1782 letter to his sister, he gave a detailed account of these hectic days in Vienna:
"My hair is always done by six o’clock in the morning and by seven I am fully dressed. I then compose until nine. From nine to one I give lessons. Then I lunch..."
From "Daily Rituals: How Artists Work", edited and with text by Mason Currey.
(Gel Fineliner on A5 Paper) “Wait...Did you just call me Phil? I'm a multi-dimensional higher being, you ignorant little tit! You don't just call someone like me PHIL! I was about to share the fruits of my knowledge with your species, ushering in a new age which would have been a significant step in human evolution, but now you can all PISS RIGHT OFF! You humans deserve to wipe yourselves out!” (It is widely believed that humanity constantly subdues itself with lazy misunderstandings like this.)
para el día 4 de Inktober hoy toca exótico
para este día se me ocurrió dibujar a algún animal exótico así que se me ocurrió dibujar el moshling parecido a un tucán conocido como tiki.
◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟⠀ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟⠀ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟
For day 4 of Inktober today it's exotic
For this day I thought of drawing some exotic animal so I came up with the idea of drawing the toucan-like moshling known as tiki..
My first attempt at a concertina birthday card. While simple to make, it can be a bit fiddly and getting the proportions and placement of objects right for each layer is important so that everything can be seen once the layers are overlapped. It reminds me of printing processes, where each layer is gradually added. It was quite an enjoyable process.
For day 3 of Inktober today is boots
For this day I thought of drawing Sock Man with diamonds in a Puss in Boots costume because I remembered my version I made of the first and second Puss in Boots movie
(Gel fineliner on A5 paper) A weird piece of dark art for the second day of the Inktober challenge. I've not bothered with the prompt words, much preferring to go "vanilla" with it.
(Gel Fineliner on A5 paper) One of the age-old responses from dog-owners: “He won't bite you” along with “He's good with children.”
He's a dog, and like all dogs, they're bred from wolves. Given half the chance they'd revert back to their natural pack instinct. The only reason they don't is that they see you as the pack leader who regularly feeds and pampers them.
“Oh, my little darling isn't like that!” I hear you say, as if you're talking about a child. “He gives me kisses by licking my face. It's his way of saying how much he loves me.”
He licks his balls and arsehole with that tongue, so what's he really saying there?
