Robert Oster “Sheen and Shimmy” Black “n” Blue (the blue shimmer doesn’t show up well in the photo, but it’s there)
Robert Oster “Sheen and Shimmy” Black “n” Blue (the blue shimmer doesn’t show up well in the photo, but it’s there)
Sailor Manyo Akebi
I spilled some of the next ink I plan to use on the page. Oops!
Inktober Prompt: Coat
GoldspotPrompt: Outbreak
27 October, 2019
Dear Bridget,
My thoughts have been swirling so that I have been roused from my bed these several nights. I have bundled myself up against the chill of the darkling hours and gone to sit on my balcony to watch the Orionids. With the collar of my jacket turned up, I have watched the falling stars coat the sky with movement, one startling wonder after another, then returned to bed to dream of the woods, the pond, and the sense of dragon.
Last night ~ this early morning really ~ perhaps I dozed while star-gazing, but it seemed to me that there was an outbreak of brilliant meteors and that, in one of those elongated flashes of time, they coalesced into the same semblance of a dragon that the sunset casts upon the pond in my dream. The dragon-stars’ head was pointed toward your house, and all the meteors streamed in that direction so that the dragon seemed to fly.
I must have dreamt it; there was nothing in the morning papers about the occurrence.
I write this before the post has had a chance to bring a note from you, but I wanted to jot it down before the rational light off day could persuade me the vision was mere nonsense springing from the fevered brain of
Your
Hannah
Troublemaker Inks Sea Glass
As you can see, I’m trying to get back to a story. I have a feeling I’m not going to be able to keep COVID-19 out of it altogether. It’s too much on my mind.
Taccia Hokusai Saibimidori
(I added the second shot of the page to show off the ink’s sheening and shading properties)
I gave last night’s coyote a cameo. It was quieter tonight; no animals came by, wanting to be included.
Inktober Prompt: Dark
GoldspotPrompt: Haunting
26 October, 2019
Bridget,
Now I apprehend why you were reluctant to tell me about the last page that you have in the book. After your experiences in the wood, the thought of going back, of returning to the source of thoughts and memories so haunting, cannot be easy or comfortable. But if the women in the story brave the trees, the fog the path, the pond, perhaps that is what must be done?
Have you heard from Dr. Torres yet? Do not keep in a dark as grey as that between the innermost trees
Your anxious companion,
Hannah
#30Inks30Days
Diamine Shimmertastic Golden Ivy
I’m still stuck on the story. It may be a lost cause.
Organics Studio Limited Edition Jazz HandsÂ
Sorry about the disruption to the story. Maybe tomorrow my brain will come back.
Inktober Prompt: Tasty
GoldspotPrompt: Weird
25 October, 2019
Dear Bridget,
I suppose we should have known that the last tale in the tome would be the one you needed. But it is maddening and too, too cliche that the last page is missing! Have you asked Dr. Torres if she has it? It might have dropped out at her house or office.
Forgive me ~ I know you’re busy ~ but I have questions. Your summary says that, in the story, a weird has been placed on the family, but does the legend say by whom or why? And the illness that strikes the men has the same sense of duality that Dr. Torres discerned? It is strange, fantastic even, that the woods and pond as described in the book are exactly like the woods and pond now. One would expect many changes to have been wrought by Nature over the generations. Tell me in more detail about the last page whose paragraphs seem to point to a missing resolution.
I have, by the way, done something selfish. In order to soothe my sense of uselessness, I have sent ’round to the bakery a note, asking them to deliver a box of pastries and treats for you and your father. I wanted you both to have something tasty from
Your hapless friend,
Hannah
This ink is Benitsuchi from Taccia’s Hokusai set. I’m not sure how much I’m choosing inks that suit the unfolding story (I don’t have any of it planned out) and how much I’m suiting the story to the ink. This ink wanted to draw people, so people showed up in the story. What will tomorrow’s ink bring? I don’t know either.