(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?
The box was meant to be a trap for the mouse! But kitty had other plans...>_< Check out the rest of my completed Inktober posts on my IG - @dittofunkysketch123
Cat in space! Even the rocket is too small to carry this happy explorer cat! Check out the rest of the completed Inktober posts on my IG: @dittofunkysketch123!
When I thought of 'outpost', I couldn't help but think about the Star Wars Black Spire outpost! And one of it's familiar buildings as a scratching post! Check out my IG for the rest of my inktober posts (now completed!) @dittofunkysketch123!
Ahh, the poor kitty didn't see the slippery floor! I want to reach out my hand and say, 'There, there, kitty!' Check out my IG account, @dittofunkysketch123, for up-to-date Inktober posts!
Inktober 2020, Day 13: "Dune". After pondering for a while, whether I should come up with something surprising, I decided to go with what for me is the obvious association, the sci-fi book. I based it on this illustration of a sandworm (https://dune.fandom.com/wiki/Sandworm?file=Dune-sandworm.jpg) by Nathan Rosario. It’s not meant to promote the now postponed new movie, but rather based on the books by Frank Herbert, which I loved as a teenager.
Brushpens and posca markers on coloured A4, this time with an acrylic underpainting (falling back on my painterly ways).
“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
Inktober 2020, day 11: "Disgusting". A license not to do the dishes thanks to art! :D
Although I got too carried away trying to capture the reflections to really capture the effect I was after. Also, even though I try to do a line drawing and ink it, my painterly sensibilities keep coming through. When I get a brush pen, I use it like a brush...
