Tag Archives: Ink

Hybrid (Gila Monster)

This one’s name is Sara.

March 16, 2010 in Ink by Katana Barnett

Heading to Mt. Awesome in the distance.

Even a shadow doesn’t make as lovely a mark as a twig dipped in India Ink.

India and Ink and Lipstick, a graffiti mirror.

Ink and a swash of white paper indictive of moonlight and night-saturated pines.

The lovely deckle edges, met by the swipe of a brush whose marks are defined by the wax resist; and a beautiful black bloom.