I’m planning to take part in Inktober this year. It’s a drawing challenge – a month of daily drawings, in ink. It runs all through October. You make a drawing every day and then share it online. Jake Parker started it in 2009, and like all things worth joining in with on the internet, it grew.
It’s fun to see what people come up with. I enjoyed watching from the sidelines, last year, but was too late to join in, so resolved that 2017 was my year.
There’s a list of daily prompts to get your brain working. I have decided to set myself the fiendishly difficult extra task of linking the prompts to amazing women in history, like the picture I did above. Sounds easy, doesn’t it? Not so – I have just spent 15 minutes trying to come up with an historical woman to match with the word ‘Divided’! Ideas welcome in the comments please.
I will manage it – though it might involve bending-the-exam-question-to-fit-the-essay-you-want-to-write, for some of the days!
I’m going to use my new ipad for the drawings – which will be great practice.
Why don’t you join in? Just pick up a pen (in October!), and draw – and if you have a smartphone you can photograph your work and share it online, on instagram, twitter or Facebook, with the hashtag #inktober.
I’ll be sharing my inky October iPad drawings on Instagram – my favourite of all the media channels (apart from this ‘ere blog). Want to follow along? Find me over on Instagram here: @trudi_murray
In other news, young L took part in his first downhill mountain biking race meet yesterday. I was so proud of him! It’s his hobby – off he goes on the train to the forest, with a few mates, on mountain bikes, and all kitted out… and 8 hours later they return, plastered in mud. Then he has a bath and sleeps for a week, and I try to get the dirt out of his jersey.
We’ve never seen him riding. We’ve heard the stories of hair-raising turns and log jumps and lethal drops, but never witnessed it.
There was a race event announced, and L decided to enter. Finally, the day arrived. We went to watch the last leg of a 23km timed course. Finally, his Mother, with hands over her eyes, appreciates the lengths and heights he goes to on two wheels, to catch that adrenaline rush.*
What a dude. He hates photos, but I bought him a hog roast after the race, so we’re quits.
*I’m dreading the motorbike, which seems an inevitable next step.