Two Instagram posts from October 8th:

“I love inktober because it demands that I work fast, loose and consistently–even when I’m dead tired. It also forces me to let go of the idea that I’m going to love every single thing I make. Working with preset and at times unsatisfying prompts has me releasing the desire to have every painting be driven by a super interesting or clever idea.”

“Lastly, this year because I wanted to work in ink but not in black and white I finally opened a bottle of blue ink an ex bought me for my birthday in college (right before breaking up with me). I love love this blue ink. My camera can’t even capture how gorgeous the blues are.”

And from an email exchange with a friend:

“I’m grateful for Inktober for this reason. Its timing is really necessary. Making art is difficult in the fall. I feel
the most like I should be doing something else.”  (Oct 8)

“I’m really jazzed Inktober is over. I’m super proud of what I made but it was exhausting. I felt like I was crawling to the finish line.” (Nov 19)