What happens when you start inking with a little pen– and just don’t stop? I like to think you get atmosphere, and sometimes a sort of creepy sense of peace that I personally find rather soothing. So here is yesterday’s drawing of the day, with more than three hours in it:
I was trying to make pure whites seem luminous, while creating a full range of greyscale tones without stippling. The above image is in full color, and therefore not quite black since the Aurora black ink I use is rather warm in tone. For the sake of comparison, here is the same image with the colors decreased to 1 bit:
Every pixel in this version of “night” is either pure black or pure white, and it reveals how much of the greyscale effect I worked so hard to achieve is actually an artifact of the color of the ink. A better job of inking would look similar in both versions. Since I usually ink with larger tools in a bolder hand, I usually like the one bit effect very much. See Wednesday’s post of the drawing of Soup and Josef to see it working better than it does here.
That said, I started this drawing with the idea that I would draw an animal in the woods at night, with some weird flowers that glow in the dark, and I feel the results match up pretty well with the idea I saw in my head. That doesn’t happen all that often.