Having been steeped in
Star Trek since practically birth (thanks, Pat), I think of only one thing when I hear the word “guard.”
I was very, very tempted to bring out the color markers for this one. If ever there was a drawing that was screaming out for red (and, OK, gold), it’s this one.
Quiz: how many people will be shown in the next picture?
Having grown up in Connecticut in the 70s, I had two obvious places to take this prompt. I’m running behind, and ice cream cakes are easier to draw than hockey, so the choice was easy.
every Wednesday is sundae
October 10’s prompt was “flowing,” and I had nothing. Considered (1) waterfalls/rivers, (2) beer, (3) hair, and (4) the Alan Parsons Project song “Time,” but (1) as demonstrated by “tranquil,” I can’t draw landscape-y stuff; (2) too obvious; (3) what do I know about hair?; and (4) too obscure. So I took the day off.
Unfortunately, all it took was one skipped day for me to lose what little momentum I had. I’m determined to make a decent run at Inktober 2018, so I’ll be playing catch-up over the next few days.
October 11’s word was “cruel.”
in the right measure
Only one place I could take “precious.” Feels good!
All they are is dust in the wind.
Stayed up too late to throw this one together. No Maiarory again. Hope I haven’t lost her for the month. She’s the one who got ME into this!
Oh! My stars!
Apt word for the day.
Maiarory is (didn’t want to have a drawing session tonight).
Finny is. And he’s sleeping on the floor right under my desk, so he’s a convenient subject.
Mailing it in today? Maybe a little. But that’s because I’m—wait for it!—exhausted.
Very weird prompt list so far! Once again trying to work multiple definitions of the prompt word into the drawing—not sure how many more will lend themselves to that kind of chicanery.
Maiarory passed on the invitation to join me for the evening drawing session.
Shouldn’t they be getting to the other side?