As I continue to use the excuse of #Inktober to be more open about sharing my drawings, here’s another post for today. I don’t know how long I’ll choose to keep doing this, but for now we’re trucking along.
This is for the second prompt of #Inktober2020, “Wisp.”
A wisp of smoke holds in it an eerie face, it seems, with a dead copse of trees in the background. I’d have loved to add a dark sky to this, but I don’t think I have the right type of paper or right type of pens to pull that off yet. Maybe I’ll invest in some when I decompress after another stressful week.
I’m pretty sure that this picture is tapping into that part of me that still misses the spooky, chilly fall evenings when I didn’t live on Dagobah. I love where I am, and have adjusted quite completely to the weather, but I miss fall.
There is something about crisp air and the smell of woodsmoke that puts you in the mind of the supernatural. I know it’s gauche to admit in the belief of such things but I do. We’ve separated ourselves so much from nature that it’s like I’ve posited about the Jedi: their removal from nature caused a distance from the living in such a way as to weaken their understanding of the spiritual.
But that’s just yet another Star Wars topic I’ve written about before, and spoken about on Aggressive Negotiations, a podcast I cohost with my buddy Matt over on The Nerd Party network. (It’s my blog, I’ll cross-promote if I want.)
Anyway, that’s where wisp got us. Let’s see where tomorrow goes.
As I said last time: If you like it, great. If you don’t, that’s fine too. I’m just trying to put it out there for the sake of putting it out there.
If you want to learn about Inktober, here’s the site: Inktober.com.