Day Three Hundred Sixty Five

In true Ink Drop fashion, 
the three hundred sixty fifth and final post is going up a day late.

We had a long night last night, and I didn't want to post some short tidbit in my half-asleep state, so I decided to wait until morning to do this. 
Then, morning got to me and I put it off until the afternoon. 

What was a Father-Daughter night out to see Florence + The Machine at the Midland turned into date night at the last moment, when my father graciously gave up his ticket. 

Called the boyfriend, and we frantically got dressed up and jumped in the car.

 Trying not to drop dead from the cold.

Almost too dark to get a decent picture, but not quite.

The Midland was beautiful..
The show was fantastic. 
Props to Cowboy Indian Bear especially.

Okay...rewinding to earlier in the day...

The plumbers were ripping apart an entire wall in the bathroom (right next to my bedroom), and I could only stand the noise through the first 3 cups of coffee, and then had to venture out into the cold for a more hospitable place to work. 
I decided on Henry's, and walked in just as the skinny hipster behind the bar was starting the first track of Bad As Me. 

Breathing a sigh of relief, I ordered a hot drink and got down to work. 
 I'm in the process of decorating the next issue of Mojo Hand, and did quite a bit of illustration on that. 

A design I came up with in the last issue,
and The Laughing Heart (Bukowski) opposite. 


  Some more abstract background designs.

After I finished these, I decided that Henry's would be the perfect place for the final post.

I pulled out the half of the dictionary I still have left, and found a word.

robe n. A long loose garment usually worn over night clothes; a long flowing garment worn on ceremonial occasion.

It's not spectacular,
or my favorite...
It's really just another day.
Well..for the three hundred sixty fifth and final time...


Day Three Hundred Sixty Four

Today was rather lazy. 
Managed to get some writing done, but we'll see if it goes anywhere.
sought v. Past tense of seek.

I guess it fit in nicely with the idea of finishing this up...moving on to other projects.


Day Three Hundred Sixty Three

Nearing the end, here. 
This is Saturday's post.
sane adj. Having a healthy, sound mind; showing good judgment.



Day Three Hundred Sixty Two

It's raining kind of an icy rain outside. 
It's cold but not too cold, and I'm hoping for snow. 
Even just a bit. 
It doesn't even have to stick, really.

pueb-lo n. A type of village of grouped houses and can be found in New Mexico, used by the Pueblo Indians of North America.

Well, this almost seems like cheating after the conversations we've been having this past week.
Talking about escaping for a while.
Going home...

I pulled out a box of my favorite pastels 

and decided to try and convey a little piece of the pueblo.

It's almost torture...even to think about getting to be there. 



Day Three Hundred Sixty One

It's finally really super winter.
And I can't get over it.
I just want it to snow already, so I can get out to shoot.

Today was pretty nice, although it seemed to be incredibly busy. 
Got the show hung at Henry's (it seems like that month at Prima went by way too quickly.)

 Well, you know.

lit-er-a-ti pl., n. The educated class.

Not only was today's word found for me...
but it was painstakingly underlined with the top of a sticky note. 
There was no backing down.
No escape.
No cheating.



Day Three Hundred Sixty

So...there are only five days left on this blog...
I don't know what this is supposed to feel like, really...I guess it just feels...like this.

I don't think I'll do another year. But I do feel like I've come along a bit since the start. Maybe lost some enthusiasm...but, through a toooonnnn of practice, have maybe gotten a little bit better?

Who knows. 
I guess all I can do now is keep going.

 lat-er-al adj. Relating to or of the side. n. In football, an underhand pass thrown sideways or away from the line of scrimmage.

I got this image of the way hair floats in the water as you dip your head down below the bath water...
I've come to really love that peace 
that comes with noise being slightly dampened by the water in your ears. 



Day Three Hundred Fifty Nine

Talking on speaker.
Eating oranges. 
It is winter for real now, and I've found a perfect wool Norwegian sweater. 
Day two of wearing it. 
jump-er n. One who or that which jumps; a sleeveless dress, usually worn over a blouse. Electr. A short wire used to bypass or join part of a circuit.

I kind of like it.
I wish we had some rain.


Day Three Hundred Fifty Eight

par-a-noid adj. To be marked by paranoia.

After quite the absence (although I HAVE kept drawing each day), I'm back and trying to get all of these uploaded on here. 
 Bear with me, as they will probably be messy, and stay that way. 
How perfectly fitting. 

Day Three Hundred Fifty Seven

puff n. A brief discharge of air or smoke. v. To breathe in short heavy breaths.

Day Three Hundred Fifty Six

plank n. A broad piece of wood; one of the issues or principles of a political platform.

Day Three Hundred Fifty Five

 rac-y adj. Having a spirited or strongly marked quality; slightly improper or immodest.


Day Three Hundred Fifty Four

Sitting here staring at the remnants of a piece of cake that I probably really should not have piled on top of that dinner...and that dessert. 
I know that I really shouldn't feel this dog tired at 10:43...
but I think the combination of turkey and this BizBaz deal is getting to me. 
Oh, well. 
Tomorrow will hopefully go fairly smoothly. 
Any chance to dress up is worth it. 
Kind of.

Let's see...on to some art...
smile n. A grin; a facial expression in which the corners of the mouth turn upward, indicating pleasure. 

Today's piece has nothing, really, to do with Thanksgiving (not that it would necessarily). 
I just, being me, decided that a plain ol' nice smile was just too awful and boring to be worth illustrating. 



Day Three Hundred Fifty Three

I can't quite remember the last time I was this tired. 
Hoping the weekend passes quickly and without too much chaos. 

rift n. A fault; disagreement; a lack of harmony; a shallow place in a stream.

What a great word.
I kind of figured I'd try and interpret it both literally and figuratively in an illustration. 

The idea of a rift is sort of terrifying and awful in general.
But it got me to draw a hand that I don't entirely hate. 
So I guess that's something.


Day Three Hundred Fifty Two

I have almost no days left on this thing. 
It's kind of shocking. 
Kind of sad.
Kind of relieving. 
Sitting here looking out of the window at the sky. 
It looks as though it could snow any minute, but it's too warm and it won't. 
Watching second or third French movie of the day-I'm trying to immerse myself but I can't figure out how to turn off the subtitles...so mostly I'm just doing a  lot of reading.

pa-ja-mas pl. n. A loose fitting garment for sleeping, consisting of a jacket and pants.




Day Three Hundred Fifty One

Well, the wifi crashed out on me today, and I didn't end up having the chance to do much schoolwork (damn....disappointing)

I liked today's word...because it was pretty much all I could handle.

kef n. A tranquil and dreamy state; a narcotic.

I think I'll crawl into bed now and get a good 10-14 hours. 


Day Three Hundred Fifty

Everything is catching up to me and I feel kind of like I'm drowning.I'm thinking that an art fair right before Thanksgiving isn't maybe my best plan...especially when I refuse to prepare until 10 days before it.

o-ce-an-ic adj. Pertaining to, occurring in the ocean.

I'm not sure what it is about winter, or being stressed...or just being kind of dreamy...but I've been having this awful gnawing urge to get out of here and go somewhere. Unfortunately, being a photographer, I have a huge wealth of images of the places I've been and can return to those memories at any point. A few days ago, I ended up getting lost in a folder of negative scans, and found the following photograph of a town we stayed in in France. 
I've been staring at it since I found it, and I figured it went well with today's word.


 Anyway, I didn't really want to illustrate this scene. 
I'd come across another ocean view recently that I wanted to sort of pick up and make my own.

 Kind of similar...kind of different...I just want to be here, walking. 



Day Three Hundred Forty Eight

Soon to come when I am not insane.

 rest n. A cessation of all work, activity or motion. Mus. An interval of silence equal in time to a note of same value.

Day Three Hundred Forty Nine

Soon to come when I am not INSANE.


Day Three Hundred Forty Seven

Well, today was fairly nice I guess.
Spent a bit of it outside shooting.
Still working up the courage to photograph people on the street. 
My shooting-from-the-hip technique has only resulted in blurry pictures of things I was not aiming at. 
pare v. To cut away or remove the outer surface gradually.

Nothing new, really. 
I just liked the idea of getting another chance to use the dripping line effect. 
Also, I cannot concentrate on much of anything.



Day Three Hundred Forty Six

It's only Wednesday, and I feel as though this week has lasted for years. Yet, at the same time, I need another eight or nine days to get what I need accomplished. 
Ah, well. 
Time will be scrounged from somewhere. 

I think I am distracted.
But all I want is to be distracted.

 cage n. A box-like structure enclosed with bars or grating for the confinement of animals.