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.Inktober - Week 2.


More info: Inktober
Happy Lake Troll theme: Origin

SIDENOTE:
I'm currently holding a contest
on my Instagram until Friday.
Go check it out!
Win an original sketch!

Inktober 2014 - Week 2







.Inktober - Week 1.

More info: Inktober

For this year's Inktober I decided to revolve my drawings around a theme.
The last day of September I asked my husband what I should draw.
He replied, "Lake troll".
Instead of drawing a nasty, mean troll I drew a gentle, sweet one.
He's helpin' out some turtles.
(Pencil original: Lake Troll Sketch )

The next day I was reminded that Inktober was starting.
I decided that I liked the character from the night before so much
that I'd base my Inktober sketches on him.
Every day he'd help out someone new.

Inktober 2014 - Week 1


I figure I'll have enough at the end of the month to make
a tiny book about him.
^__^









.Albert.the.Alien. - "Thanks for the Flanx!"

There was a call for fan art for my buddy Gabo's comic he illustrates for. Couldn't resist. Love the comic. 
Gives me Magic School Bus vibes ^_^

I ended up making two. 
One physical painting (done in gouache) that I could send them 
and an animated gif for the website.

"Thanks for the Flanx!"
(Click to enlarge)


Visit their sites! Crazy talented guys.

.Bathe.in.their.Blood.

Just got these and wanted to do a test run:
Turned out to be a bit difficult to work with.
But probably something that just needs practice!
^____^


.Bathe.in.their.Blood.
(Process)

.pencils.
.inkwash.

.inks/final.





.DailyStoryBits.



A little over a year ago I started doing short stories every once 
and awhile on my Instagram account.
(Under the hashtag #dailyStoryBits)
Each day another bit of story would be added.
There'd be no planning behind them.
Just impromptu story/illustration that (ideally) formed a narrative 
of some sort in the end.
I love doing them. They're incredibly fun!
There was a lot of pressure at first to make something
coherent, but eventually that fear went away.
I have trouble writing out stories in words sometimes,
but if I just start drawing them they seem to come together faster.

I thought I'd put together the last 3 I did for a blog post.
They're in order of when I made them.
I also had started using markers seriously for the first time.
(Hopefully there's a noticeable improvement over the course of the three ;P)
They all revolve around mice, totally unintentional.

Dates started:
1st story - 2/28/2013
2nd story - 5/7/2013
3rd story - 2/19/2014

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savoir-faire
 

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Timber & Ollie
Timber the owl can't get around very easily so on most days Ollie the
 mouse will stop by to read him stories.

Ollie also brings Timber meals for the next day and tucks him in at night. 
Bedtime wouldn't be complete without his favorite blanky and cap.

Timber always looks forward to bath day.

Sometimes Ollie spends the night to protect and keep Timber company. 
Owls are mostly nocturnal, but not Timber. (He's afraid of the dark.)

Ollie stops by with a satchel of food for the next day, like always. 
But Timber is nowhere to be found.

Ollie mourns his fallen friend. 
He gets so lost in his sorrow he becomes oblivious to his surroundings... 

For the first time, Ollie let his guard down. At the worst possible moment.

Yoink! Ollie is relieved to no longer be that snake's lunch, 
but this new situation isn't exactly ideal either...

Down the hatch!

And yet again, Ollie is fast food. His little heart can't take much more of this...

As he contemplated how being eaten will feel, another thought struck him. "That's strange", Ollie pondered. 
"Majority of owls don't hunt during the daytime..."

 
Home sweet home! 
Timber was finally able to fly thanks to Ollie's meals. 
Best friends save each other!

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Beyond Love

She was staring at me. 
And here I was with a face full of cheese bits.

She wouldn't have wanted this...

I loved seeing her happy.

Sometimes she surprised me too.

Nothing ever goes according to plan.

...I missed her too much...