After I swirl color around and it comes to adding ink, I usually regret (just a little) not planning ahead. After letting the paint dry, I see what comes to mind for embellishment.
This time it was a row of telephone poles, something to balance the blue weight, something to carry a vague theme of moving on, communicating. Something detailed to balance the blue swiftness.
These are strange poles with triangle tops, but I was working with a dip pen and India Ink on w/c paper, so only careful strokes worked to block disastrous spatters and blobs.
This image now reminds me of a Kansas sunset as we drove the long, flat highway home from Grandma's house.
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