Sketch a Day – January Embers

“Your hair is winter fire, January embers. My heart burns there, too.”

– Stephen King

Do you wish you had the time each day to do something creative?

Have you been stockpiling art supplies, but haven’t yet had the courage to put paint to brush or pen to paper?

You can do it!

In this post, I’ll prove that sticking to a daily art habit can be done! 

If I can do it, you most certainly can do it, oh wondrous reader!

Creating a sketch a day can take as little or as much time as you like. It can be a pain, a joy, a fiasco and a back-slapping achievement. 

You’ll get frustrated, inspired, judgemental, a little crazy from the gouache fumes, and wonder why you’ve committed to such a creative rabbit-hole. But then! Then you’ll scroll back to the time you drew a koala with a pipe and think … well … I made a marsupial quite dapper. You’re welcome, art.

Join me on a creative journey, and enjoy the crazy characters that I sketched each day in January. Some days are hits, some days are misses – all days are an achievement.

Longneck Leviathan, bringing all the sass to 2023. She expected we'd have more hover boards by this point, but will keep stretching for the highest leaves until science catches up.
A flyboy stopping to smell the roses - or whatever this flower is.
Hmm ... yeah, I'm not sure either. But it's here now, and has rather a flat bucket for activities.
Sally's not too sure of this new pear dispenser they've installed in the mall. It's got quite beady eyes and only opens at night.
Steve found a new hat in the paddock and is insisting he now be called 'Stovepipe Jim'. It's confusing for everyone.
Ellen and Sebastian Snail, on their quest to seek advice from Toby the Wizard Woof of Tobacco Hill. They're close, but best hurry - Toby is getting quite sleepy in the warm sun.
On Tuesdays, the Tobacco Hill Teapot holds a jellyfish jamboree, hosted by Craig Birdbath. Tickets are hard to come by.
Sleepy Sunday on the Main Street of Underwater Bay.
Geoff hopes his starfish hat doesn't fall off before he gets to show Beth. He still has to make a hard-left at the bust of Poseidon, and this thing has a mind of its own.
Just two kangaroos play fighting for the amusement of an alien. The strobe lights of the spaceship make the kangers feel a little like Rocky Balboa, even though they haven't seen his movie.
... *sings* ... Once upon a time, I was falling in love - now I'm just a pug in a cart ...
Alistair proves to McGruff, that he can in fact do a pawstand.
... *sings* ... Being with you is easy, easy as breathing. Only you can see me when the lights go out ...
Tasked with catering for an important family gathering, Felix decided to play it safe and present his brood with a carrot cocktail and a small angry frog called Jonathan. It was warmly received, although Jonathan remained unimpressed.
Thou shall not pass ... without a quick snappy-snap. Did you even go to Mordor if there's not a photo of it? Now hold up your magic stick. I have muesli bars in my rucksack if you're good.
A small kindness.
Melodious Monk has his portrait taken as a present for his sweetheart.
You get three wishes and a bucket of complimentary scraps. The trick is, you can't wish for more scraps.
Let's meet by the red door in the forest, four leagues past the wyvern's nest. By and by, there's a stream where we'll picnic on scones and fresh berries, and talk of old times.
Jackson had perfected his shrink ray, and successfully built the world's first human-controlled and flyable birdbot. He aims to fly in and pinch a sausage mid-sizzle from Bunnings - WITHOUT PAYING! His second goal - world domination. But first, the sausage.
Rodney and Denton share some bubbles on a Saturday afternoon.
Onward - by the lake, by land, by heart, hoof and saddle. We paddle to greater things.
All she could hear, was all that she heard - by the meadow and brook, the lone calling bird.
Two friends having an ice-cream social in the park.
In honour of a pigeon called Stumpy who loved chips and almost got hit in the chest by a rogue ice cube.
How much can a koala stand?
... *sings* ... Despite all my rage, I am still just a man with cabbage ...
Down a short woodland road off Westlockland moor, you'll find a small town with many a door. They hide many things with their latches and catches, these mysterious doors to the Westlockland moors. While the sweepers still sweep, the magic will sleep, and they'll keep gods of yore from the Westlockland moor.
All work and no play .. yada yada ...
Pleasant is a pleasant bird. He's twice as nice for half the price.
Patrick was so surprised by the humans high pitched squeals, that the little piece of gouda he was saving for later got lost in his chest fur.

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