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InkTober: Day 7 – Lost

We all get lost from time to time, and asking for directions is an easy thing to do. Although, now that so many of us have GPS devices it is becoming less necessary to interact with other people to get ourselves pointed in the right direction. But what’s a person to do when they feel lost in the figurative sense? I think at some point in each of our lives we feel like we’ve taken a wrong turn or made a bad choice, and it can be hard to right ourselves. Unfortunately, there’s no map or device that can easily fix things, but I know from experience that doing the work to make meaningful connections with the people in our lives is a good place to start.

InkTober - Day 7 - Lost

InkTober: Day 6 – Hidden

When I was a child, I played a lot of hide-and-seek. Looking back, I think the easier games I played were with my cousins, when we played indoors. Whether they were visiting my house or I was visiting theirs, it was almost guaranteed that the youngest children in the group would be found hidden together in a closet, behind a sofa or whichever rooms had the longest curtains at the windows. I imagine it was scary to hide alone in a dark place when they were so young, but my older cousins and I always took advantage of knowing where to look first and for who.

As an aside, I noticed yesterday that I’ve been drawing things on a slant. I’m not sure if it’s because of the way I’m positioning my sketchbook or holding my pens. Whatever the reason, I made a conscious effort to eliminate the slant today, and then realized while I was doing so that I need to learn how to scale objects better, and draw the angles and correct perspective of things.

InkTober - Day 6 - Hidden

InkTober: Day 5 – Sad

Technically, I’ve never lost a pet. I say that because I don’t think one goldfish eating another is a pet going astray. When I was a little girl, my parents weren’t big on having animals in the house so my pet choices were limited to different varieties of fish that I could watch swimming in a bowl or small aquarium. Sadly, I can remember waking up one morning and there being one less fish in the aquarium. According to my parents it hadn’t died, so the only remaining conclusion was that the smallest fish was eaten by one of the larger fish. Although I wasn’t happy about that loss, I don’t remember being overly sad. I think I was more curious about how or why the poor little thing was gulped up.

I imagine I would have genuinely felt sad if I had lost a bigger pet, like a puppy.

InkTober - Day 5 - Sad