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Today’s Inktober is based on a Japanese demon known as The Kappa part of the Yokai demons, he lives in embodiments of water, rivers, lakes and ponds.
Kappas are renowned for their obsession and passion for cucumbers and therefore locals often give offerings of cucumbers at festivals to the kappa’s to keep them from becoming harmful to the villagers.
Kappas have a naturally forming dip at the top of their heads which constantly hold water, if the water was to be accidentally spilled out, the kappa can become extremely weak or die. It is said, if you are by an embodiment of water and you see a large aquatic humanoid which represents a human, frog and tortoise mixed together, sometimes they may seem like half duck and turtle that is a kappa and that if you do not have a cucumber to hand, this creature will either rape you anally and steal a part of your soul or tear your limbs apart as their second favourite form of food; So what do you do to ensure you are safe from this creature if you can’t give it an offering – you bow, these creatures are awfully polite and will bow back at you, spilling the water from their heads and rendering them helpless until they can top the water back up in its head giving you enough time to scarper! Despite how evil all of this sounds, it is also thought that Kappas aren’t always malevolent, in fact often times they can be benevolent and help people who go fishing, particularly if they have been appeased with a cucumber or two.
In old Tokyo many people believed that if you ate cucumbers before going fishing you could prevent an attack, but then this act was banned by law because it was seen to be provoking the kappas to attack all the more!
I am not just a writer, I am a self-taught artist too; since being a self-taught artist I have loved to paint with watercolours primarily landscapes, dragons and birds. I only have three or four artist friends who solely concentrate on artworks, half of them are fantasy artists and because of this I consider myself pretty much isolated from the art community, therefore I had no idea that October equals Inktober in the art community and I had no idea what Inktober meant.
On the fourth of October my best friend Erin Cooper (fantasy artist at Shadowind Studios) asked me what I have done for Inktober? “What’s that?” I asked her and she explained more to me.
She has done a lot of work for Inktober and I told Erin that I didn’t think I would participate because I am revving myself up for NaNoWriMo and I don’t think I can afford to go out and buy some ink especially for Inktober until after Christmas, by which time it would be too late. She said that I didn’t need to go out and buy anything special, it’s not strictly doing art with artist ink, it is anything that has ink, like a permanent marker, a biro etc., which I must admit relieved me.
I have done some pictures with a bic, small ones that could comfortably sit inside a fifty pence piece. But I won’t scan them to put online because they are on the sides of some important notes, password books and ideas. I will do more on fresh pieces of paper tonight though.
I have so far, drawn koalas and two people together, a snowman, a tribal maze like face and the devils trident.
I plan to draw another snowman, a frog and perhaps some other tribal maze-like faces.
There is an effervescent brook running through the forest
Green shimmers along its bumpy waves and shadows of bygone days
Moss upon rocks gives shelter to life, frogs sit upon them and they know no strife
The cackles of the woodland tease and frolic during the day
Always happy and larking, always in play
The shadows of the brook is always this way
I’m whispering with the wind
Secrets of untold imaginings
Of prayers unheard
Of silver rings
I’m dazed within, this mind of mine
But my fantasies are diamond mines
Sweet whispers help me write
I hear them in the wind
Of frog princes and fairy rings
I see such life in those little drops
Of rain water that fall from rooftops
I have a habit that is true
That my dreams will include you
You’re a knight upon a fiery steed
Doing good and knightly deeds
Or sometimes you’re a giant man
Dress for dining, so very grand
These things are precious to my soul
It makes me feel so very whole
I need my dreams wrapped in a box
But I like you to hear my vox
My many worlds aren’t secret
They are quite well known
But not to you or Joe blogs
Just the creatures that they home
I have been invited
To play with them quite free
In my lands of mysteries
Flows a golden stream
I would stay forever
In the shadows of my mind
But to leave you here without telling
It would be so unkind
So I come back to consciousness
The place of my birth
To see around me strangers
In my alien hearth
I don’t belong here truly
In my bubble I should stay
But even people of reality
Needs time to sit and play
So I come back to visit
Sharing with you my dreams
Telling you about the magic of a land of extremes