#Streamink
StreamInk Day 31 - Farewell

Goodbyes can be sweet and caring. They can be met with such earnestness that the words become more than an end in themselves. The words can become the beginning of a new adventure. A spark for brighter things that walk the path laid out by everything that came before.
December 3, 2025 at 6:03 PM
StreamInk Day 30 - Fester

Memories love to linger. Be mindful that memory lane doesn't consume you, leaving you nothing more than a shade. Muttering through the dull moments like a poorly saved video. Static and erratic jumps left with "what ifs" and make-believe scenarios filling in the gaps.
December 2, 2025 at 6:01 PM
StreamInk 29 - Bones

Smile, my dear. When the worst is behind you, only the best exists ahead.

Bristol, Kuretake Ink
December 1, 2025 at 9:08 PM
StreamInk Day 28 - Dusk

In the end, they'll come for us all. Patient. Calm. Another soul in a sea of forgotten.

Bristol, Kuretake Ink, Graphite
November 28, 2025 at 6:02 PM
StreamInk Day 27 - Heartbroken

"They're so precious. They're so beautiful. Quick! Cage them. Contain them." Stuck behind a fence. Suffocating under glass. Until their physical forms disintegrate away, and we ask, "Were they precious? Were they Beautiful?"

Bristol, Kuretake Ink
November 27, 2025 at 6:02 PM
StreamInk Day 26 - Ashes

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust....
This is actually the second go of this piece. The first one was all ink, and honestly, I was so sad about losing the somber effect that I redid it in graphite.

Bristol, Kuretake Ink, Graphite
November 26, 2025 at 6:02 PM
StreamInk Day 25 - Epitaph

We easily forget the words. Our brains turn them to colors, scents, ancient images fraying on the edges. When we delve into the depths of our memory, they're fuzzy and unsteady. Replaced by perceptive whimsy.

Bristol, Kuretake Ink
November 25, 2025 at 6:02 PM
StreamInk Day 24 - Molt

We are ever-changing. Transformation is messy and chaotic. Do not fear change. Follow the fear into the unknown. Remove yourself from the person you once were. Emerge renewed, leaving your own ghosts to rest.

Bristol, Kuretake Ink
November 24, 2025 at 6:02 PM
StreamInk Day23 - Fog

It is friendly here in the fog.

Bristol, Kuretake Ink, Graphite.
November 23, 2025 at 6:01 PM
StreamInk Day 22 -- Atrophy

We waste away with every breath, until the last stretched thin against pale bones.

Bristol, Kuretake Ink
November 22, 2025 at 6:01 PM
StreamInk Day 21 - Extinction

And where do you exist, if no one can remember your name? Dull syllables straining for recollection on the tip of the tongue.

Bristol, Kuretake Ink, Graphite, Charcoal Pastel
November 21, 2025 at 6:03 PM
StreamInk Day 20 - Bonfire

Toasty ghosty....

Bristol, Kuretake Ink, Graphite.
November 20, 2025 at 6:04 PM
StreamInk Day 19 - Corrode

It's the process. It wears you down, it stretches you thin. Wears you down until nothing exists but a crumpled heap of 'when I get to it' and 'just a minute'.

5x7 Bristol, Kuretake Ink
November 19, 2025 at 6:04 PM
StreamInk Day 18 - Road

Every road you travel holds the memories of those who walked the same path before. Quiet guides beckoning you forward. One step in front of the next.

5x7 Bristol, Kuretak Ink, Graphit
November 18, 2025 at 6:03 PM
StreamInk Day 17 - Bittersweet

Time never stops. Despite our pleading and begging, it trudges on with a kind relentlessness. So, from time to time, it serves us well to reminisce. Look back upon the memories, a tireless monument to who we were.

5x7 Bristol. Kuretake Ink, Graphite, Charcoal Pastel
November 17, 2025 at 6:02 PM
StreamInk Day 16 - Cataclysm

BEHOLD THEIR POWER. Their decisions over the domain before them. You cannot unseat. Only they allow unseating.

5x7 SoHo Bristol. Kuretake Ink, Graphite, Charcoal Pastel
November 16, 2025 at 6:01 PM
StreamInk Day 15 - Rust

We toil away day in and day out. Subroutines, habits, rituals. Repetition over and over again until we eventually break down. A smile on our faces, another day done. Another dollar earned.

5x7 Fabriano Bristol, Kuretake Ink
November 15, 2025 at 6:01 PM
🍝 Welcome to the Pasta-verse!🍝

This is my StreamINK Calendar for 2026.

Every picture is pasta themed because of this question,

"If you could ride into battle on a pasta, what shape would you chose and why?"

eloveart-shop.fourthwall.com/products/pas...

🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝

#calendar #art #streamink
November 14, 2025 at 8:07 PM
StreamInk Day 14 - Crows

Crows are carriers from one existence to the next. They travel with messages and watch our world on behalf of their spirit masters. Their own form something crows want us to see. But never what they really are.

5x7 SoHo Bristol, Kuretake Ink, Graphite.
November 14, 2025 at 6:03 PM
StreamInk Day 13 - Shade

They Observe. They Whisper. They Bide. You Experience. You Speak. You Progress. Become the shining light in a world of dark. Let them look, let them see. Maybe your light will brighten them as well.
5x7 Fabriano Smooth Bristol, Kuretake Ink, Graphite.
November 13, 2025 at 6:03 PM
Art Prompt: StreamINK 3: Hay Bale & 15: Rust
Art Title: Old Hay Truck
Tools/Medium Used: Procreate

#StreamINK2025 #OctoberArtPrompts #OctoberArtPrompts2025 #StreamINK #promptlist #HayBale #procreate #procreateart #artprompts #RedTruck
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
StreamInk Day 12 - Tarnish

If a mirror is a reflection of your your perception then TWO mirrors is a reflection of the reflections own perception.

5x7 SoHo Smooth Bristol, Kuretake Ink, Graphite.
November 12, 2025 at 6:04 PM
StreamInk Day 11 - Silence
The screams yearn to abrupt. They bubble and churn like acrid tar, burning your words. It's he fear that stop stops your scream. Wrapping around your neck, and slithering through your mouth. It settles in your chest and chooses never to leave.
Bristol, Ink, Graphite.
November 11, 2025 at 6:02 PM
StreamInk Day 10 - Carnation

Sometimes when your head is filled with flowers, it can do nothing more than consume you. Careful which petal you pluck to make a wish...

5x7 SoHo Bristol, Kuretake Ink, Graphite.
November 10, 2025 at 6:03 PM
StreamInk Day 9 - Autumn
The days toiled away, needing longer and longer breaks. Quiet nights became more still. And the trees stood tall and silent. The lingering spirit of winter weaving through their trunks. Gently brushing each one bare until the coming spring.

Fabriano Bristol, Ink, Graphite
November 9, 2025 at 6:00 PM