We’re reaching the end of October. Which means we’re reaching the end of Inktober 2019. While I did a few Inktober prompts, most likely it won’t be posted in order of how the prompts were listed.
With the Inktober prompt of ‘Ghost’, I did a sketch of the band Ghost.
Just joking. Like the stage costumes, but not a fan of the music.
Instead, I went more of the classic illustration route.
Before:
After coloring:
Will post more Inktober 2019 sketches within the next few days.
October and Inktober have come to an end. With that comes my last Inktober sketch for 2018. Introducing the 31st prompt, slice.
As in pizza slice! Lately there’s a been a slight trend to blend satanic images with pizza. Why? Don’t ask. Regardless. This is one of my new characters from the forthcoming mini-comic. Isn’t he cute? I think he is. Him and the idea of putting Squeaky Squeakums came from the early 2018 Inktober sketches. So even if I didn’t get to complete the Inktober challenge, something good came forward.
This may or may not be the last Inktober 2018 sketch from me. It was going well at first, but then I decided to work on a new mini-comic. So technically I did draw everyday for the month of October 2018. It just wasn’t Inktober related. It happens.
For the Inktober prompt # 30, which was jolt, this was my sketch. Jolt, as in Jolt cola.
Anyone remember Jolt cola from the ’90s? I remember a rumor that early ’90s ravers used to gulp this down after doing a hit of acid or ecstasy to get a bigger rush. It was marketed as “All the sugar, twice the caffeine!” It doesn’t sound very healthy in 2018.
I had Jolt cola a few times back in the early ’90s. It didn’t taste bad. Didn’t matter, I’m not a soda person. Never cared for soda. Most soda flavors taste disgusting to me. Never understood the appeal. Except for Jolt cola, or Faygo, but for different reasons. Faygo is just kinda trashy. Both soda brands were sold at Dollar General last year.
As of this post, today is the last day of Inktober 2018. If I do another Inktober sketch, it’ll be posted tomorrow. Technically, I did draw everyday in the month of October. Not everything was Inktober related. It’s okay. As they say, there’s always next year.
Forgot about Inktober 2018 prompt # 12 – whale. So I included the first two that popped into my mind. Fudgie The Whale, that Carvel ice cream cake, and a narwhal.
I had a friend who loved narwhals. Even did a narwhal art postcard for her. We fell out when I didn’t want to take part of a collaboration. It was a silly joke band called The Conscientious Gasbags. Outsider music with twisted lyrics. The lyrics were good. I had some of the equipment. Imagine if Big Black meets Shonen Knife. That’s what we were aiming for. Last year scheduling was tight. I had just moved out of a ten year residence, completing school, working, and working on my art. Wasn’t even time to do my Psycho Bunny sketch of the week. I had no extra time to spare. Something had to give, and it was the band. So I informed her of my decision.
She didn’t take the news very well.
When I broke the news to her in a diplomatic manner, this is what she said:
“Don’t ever speak to me again. Do not contact me in any way, shape, or form.”
So seven years of friendship meant nothing to her. It hurt. On top of that, she even managed to turn another ‘friend’ against me. This was all because I didn’t want to do that project with her. So I went ahead, deleting anything on social media that I set up relating to the band. It was really extreme on her part, but if I was going to be treated like public enemy number one, so be it. It wasn’t the first time a former friend turned against me. It still hurt. It was also very unnecessary.
Six months later, I found out on Facebook she had died.
I didn’t gloat in her passing. Instead, the whole thing was just sad. I mourned silently. In her honor, I went to Sweet Jane’s. It’s a neighborhood bar that I had taken her to when she visited me in NYC. She loved that place. So as I was toasting to her life, I was with another good friend. My friend was comforting me, telling me that Julie’s spirit was here and Julie forgave me. Afterwards we proceeded to get a little too drunk. Oops.
Still have Julie’s book of poetry, the skull jewelry boxes she gave me, and assorted accessories. Most of all, I still have the memories. Will leave it at that.
With death comes forgiveness.
Geez. Didn’t mean to turn this Inktober entry into a candid post, but hey.
Anyway. Back to the Inktober sketch. Along with the grumpy narwhal is Fudgie The Whale. Fugdie is an iconic character from Carvel’s line of ice cream cakes. My mother, who also passed away in 2015, used to get me an annual ice cream cake for my birthday during my childhood. It was very late ’70s/early ’80s thing to do while growing up in the outer boroughs of NYC. The Beastie Boys’ debut single was a tune called Cookie Puss.
One or two more Inktober 2018 to follow.
Looks like I’m not going to make the entire Inktober 2018 challenge. I was trying to finish up my latest comic, plus life got in the way. It happens. Something came out of these Inktober sketches. My cat Squeaky, became my muse. So I put Psycho Bunny aside and did a brand new story based on her. The idea came organically thanks to these Inktober prompts, in which Squeaky became my art model .
The new comic was supposed to debut at IncrediCon, which happened this past Sunday. The artwork itself is completed. It’ll be ready for the next comic con.
Anyway. Here’s Squeaky doing her usual thing. Demanding food as the clock is ticking. After all, Squeaky must eat! Here’s Inktober sketch number 14, prompt ‘clocks.’ The latest Psycho Bunny sketch of the week will be posted very soon.
Squeaky Squeakums, my female tuxedo cat has become my Inktober muse. Despite her quirky habit of stealing my art pens.
It must be some kind of hunting instinct. Many times she’s proudly meow as she carries one of my drawing pens in her mouth. Then as she claims herself victorious, she drops the pen on the floor. She’s also hid my pens inside slippers. It’s both annoying and cute. Annoying because it’s usually one of my good pens she swipes. Cute because I haven’t seen any other cat do this, and besides. Who can get mad at that face?
Continuing with the theme of Inktober 2018 prompts six, seven and eight is prompt number nine – precious. As always, Squeaky Squeakums is being precious. Even while she’s hording my precious art pens.
BTW – happy Caturday.
Way behind in my Inktober sketches. Yet I might’ve found a muse with my tuxedo cat Squeaky Squeakums. This bi-color female has already been the subject of Inktober 2019 prompts number six and seven. Squeaky is the star yet again with Inktober 2018 prompt number eight – star.
Stay tuned to see if I can pump out more Inktober work.
Life outside the internet got busy again. Which means I’m behind in my Inktober 2018 sketches. Many people are up to day 14. I’m only up to day 7. Eh, what can you do.
Continuing from the theme between the Inktober 2018 prompts, and with my own cat Squeaky Squeakums, Inktober sketch number seven picks up where Inktober number six left off.
In other words, Squeaky ate the whole chicken.
The cat in a gluttonous state, overate. She’s now in a food coma, completely exhausted.
The little demon hiding in the woods snickers.
Here’s Inktober 2018 prompt # 7: exhausted.
Stay tuned. There will be more forthcoming Inktober 2018 sketches, and the weekly Psycho Bunny post.
Still trying to catch up on the Inktober 2018 sketches. Revisiting a subject I’ve drawn before – Squeaky Squeakums.
Squeaky is a female tuxedo cat I adopted in 2009. She came from a household that basically had too many cats. The other cats would gang up on her. Poor Squeaky had to hide. In the meantime the other cats would steal her food, prevent her from using the litterbox, etc. By the time she was rescued, Squeaky was skin and bones. Both her fur and eyes were dull. Such a sad cat. She didn’t even have a proper name. As it turned out, Squeaky also needed major cat dental surgery – which her previous humans failed to inform us about. That wasn’t cool. After her dental operation though, Squeaky was a brand new cat. Now she’s quite vocal, friendly, and extremely loyal. She’s intelligent as well. Despite being a pen thief.
One thing she never did get over though, was lack of food. Squeaky has something known as “food panic.” She’ll eye your dinner like prey as you vainly try to eat your meal in peace. Therefore Squeaky must eat!
As I’m doing these Inktober sketches, it was time for prompt number six; drooling. So here’s an updated version. Titled ‘Squeaky’s Torment.’ It’s tormenting especially for her. For the time being, we had to ban Squeaky from human food scraps, as they’re not good for her overall health.
Stay tuned for more Inktober sketches.
So now we go from the tradition of the Pennsylvania Dutch to this Inktober sketch, number five. Following the prompt of ‘chicken.’ Ironically, I like this one much better than sketch number four.
Humans are known to have chicken soup – but what if the roles were reversed?
Stay tuned for upcoming posts on NYCC 2018 and Inktober sketches.
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