Ink & graphite doodles/sketches, (this time more graphite than ink.)
A5 size ruled notepad paper.
This started out like other doodles of mine, but quickly morphed into something a bit more deliberate and complicated.
the Jack of the Lantern. He stalks through the night on his broom of flame. Laughing all the way to unholy Hell. He takes what he pleases, he takes many souls. And he vanishes into the darkest of the shadows.
An early doodle of mine from my Junior year astronomy class. I have this up as a print for sale on Redbubble, Society6, Fine Art America, and Threadless.
All acrylic paint in various forms: heavy body acrylic for the background, Golden fluid acrylic for the black, and Posca acrylic paint pens for everything else. In my mix media sketchbook.
Jane Austen (1775–1817)
Austen never lived alone and had little expectation of solitude in her daily life. Her final home, a cottage in the village of Chawton, England, was no exception: she lived there with her mother, her sister, a close friend, and three servants, and there was a steady stream of visitors, often unannounced.
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Austen wrote in the family sitting room, “subject to all kinds of casual interruptions,” her nephew recalled. She was careful that her occupation should not be suspected by servants, or visitors, or any persons beyond her own family party. She wrote upon small sheets of paper which could easily be put away, or covered with a piece of blotting paper. There was, between the front door and the offices, a swing door which creaked when it was opened; but she objected to having this little inconvenience remedied, because it gave her notice when anyone was coming.
“Composition seems to me impossible with a head full of joints of mutton & doses of rhubarb.”
From Daily rituals by Mason Currey
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