Last October, I made my third effort to do Inktober. Until then, I never finished the month. But this past year, I did finished it for the first time, probably because I paired the drawings with stories about Bearnacle Bear when he was still known as Baby Bear. After Inktober was finished, I realized that I enjoyed the process of drawing with ink. That’s when I discovered Inktober 52. It’s the continuation of Inktober, sort of like Inktober Lite. Instead of getting a daily prompt, I get a weekly prompt. That’s really nice because I have some more time to think about how I want to interpret the prompt.
So, now, I am starting Inktober 52 on the first week of the year. The prompt is sunrise, which is a beginning, I guess. A beginning to a new year, and new attitude and new goals and new dreams. I decided to have fun with this one and combine drawing with collage. In the past year, when I was doing the index card challenge, I discovered how much fun a glue stick can be, and I’m afraid I’m stuck on it. Yep, bad pun is intended.
So the picture. Bearnacle Bear and his family are near the mountain where they congregated, hibernating in a cave. The humans who had formerly been friends with Bearnacle Bear had left Bearland to travel to the Land of the Humans, which would be their future homeland. The boy, who had been friends with Baby Bear, had built a snowhuman near the cave, to guard the cave from evil spirits that might visit during the bears’ hibernation. Unknown to the boy and his family, in the Land of the Humans, there were divisions, and the humans were fighting with each other.
So, the snow human stood guard, both day and night, until a warm spell, when the snowhuman would melt away…
Alice, you are astonishing. I get chills when I read your bear stories, and not because it’s sometimes cold there. These need to become children’s books. I love your inkings and your writing. Keep on!
I so enjoyed your Baby Bear stories last UBC and looking forward to what’s in store now!
How do I get included in Inktober 52? Can I write poetry instead of story? I like your stories.