Some houskeeping first:
I realized at some point last night — because of course I did, any earlier would have been entirely too convenient in these circumstances — that essentially all of my micron pens are running out of ink. While I intend to do a quick run through our office supply aisle at the grocery store to see if they carry them, I am not venturing, nor sending anyone else out to the grocery store until it is absolutely necessary (as in, until we actually really need more food), so that may not be until this weekend or later. There’s also a (decent) chance that they won’t carry them, at which point I may try ordering them online, but with everything going on, who knows how long they’ll take to arrive. So be prepared for micron sketches peppered throughout pencil sketches, colored pencils, watercolors or acrylics, et. (I’m working them out of order, so even though I’m running low today at “A,” micron might still show up much later in the alphabet).
Now, onto the challenge. I don’t care for this drawing at all; in all honesty, left to my own devices, I wouldn’t even share it. I wanted a sort of whimsical, storybook sort of illustration, but the loss of my finest tipped microns means this was done with much thicker lines than I would have liked (her face and body I would normally have done in 005, and instead I had to use a 03 and a 05). The loss of the fine-lining ability of the microns means, given how this drawning turned out, that I’m going to have to rethink some of my ideas for my illustrations. I got disheartened with this one as soon as I entered the inking stage, and it shows for how I rushed it (basically, as soon as the face turned out like that, I was like, “Welp. No hope for it now,” ha ha). Not my best start to the challenge.
Still, onward and upward. So many more chances.
Said the sister
When wilt thou trouble the water
In the cistern
Is the father
The fruit of her amorous entwine
To the taiga