Art by the Coco - Art Vlog: Week 4 of Inktober 2023


Just finished the final full week of Inktober 2023 and the finish line is in sight... The creative juices keep on flowing as I share yet another seven days worth of illustrations for Inktober, going from prompts "scratchy" to "sparkle" in this video. Also, it's kind of weird, but I couldn't help notice that most of this weeks images correspond to more than one of the prompts and could be swapped around. -------------------------------------------- Current and past Inktober Prompts can be found here: https://inktober.com/rules -------------------------------------------- Art supplies used in this video: A Strathmore sketch pad, a number 2 pencil, wedge erasers, Super Sharpie, chisel tip Sharpie, and some cheap Pilot pens. https://t.ly/apIvq (Affiliate Link) #inktober #inkartwork #illustration #artist #inktober2023 #sketchbooktour #sketchbookart -------------------------------------------- Other places I exist online: Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@artbythecoco/ The platform formerly known as twitter: https://twitter.com/chrisoconnell Blog: https://mauigraphics.blogspot.com/ IMDb: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2755394 -------------------------------------------- Song: Face Off Music by: CreatorMix.com Video: https://youtu.be/UgAcr7vAQO0

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