Here we have a stony-faced observer in the sky, next to a bright-orange sun, gazing upon the goings on below. The yellow fellow to the left holds the proverbial stick, the carrot (also orange, but also delicious) is a short distance from our hero. Let’s call him Sir Orange Beak, shall we?
Knowling is a technique that involves arranging a number of tools or other objects that are pleasing to the eye and helpful for the organizational creator to locate those objects. I have also given things some distinct colors that may yield a pattern. A way to place whatever stuff you want to arrange on a flat surface.
Mostly done for individual aesthetic reasons in a light-hearted manner.
Slorn hopes to keep his paper mache wings from falling off by extending his arms against them. This will probably not work for long because the orb in the sky is about to drop much water on Ambigula. He does not see it coming, so let us hope that he lands safely very soon. Slorn, a full-blooded purploid, hopes to get better wings when he joins Ambigula’s Air Farce.
Corallin is trying to free Billum from a two-bladed scropulitic nose carver, a particularly destructive parasitic worm that is headed directly for Billum’s left nostril. Cora is acting swiftly to lift Billum’s nose away from the worm that has nearly bladed the poor guy. Nose carvers retract their sectional appurtenances in order to facilitate entry into the nearest available nostril. Corallin is also within range of attack through her right nostril.
Billum already has his hands full as he tries to distance the carver from his nostril. Actually, he has but one arm to free himself from impending doom, a decidedly unfortunate circumstance of Ambigulan evolution. Corallin is acting quickly, but there is not much time remaining to dispatch the pest. The dual blades pivot quickly. Note: a puncture to Billum’s index finger is also quite unlikely — the skin on that finger is too thick.
Brid, the meadow lark, is a parasite gobbler. Expect her to turn a full 180 degrees to dispatch the scropulitic threat. Brid’s beak is nostril-free and his feathers house symbiotic agents that paralyze nostril-carvers. The flick of a single feather releases enough antigens to not only immobilize the thrush but to destroy that rough beast within seconds.
Quisp, the cigarette-smoking slacker, is a turtleoid. His shell is obscured by the landscape behind him. Quisp tends the orchards of Ambigula. Working outside permits him to smoke on the job. He also possesses no nostrils, so he need not worry about the parasite that threatens Billum and his friend Corallin.
The fruit tree behind Quisp produces quench-and-quack rostules, a type of apple that is indigenous to Ambigula. Rostules provide essential vitamins such as Vitamin G and H. Unfortunately, they wilt like yesterday’s potatoes when exposed to Nicotine.
Mileage may vary. I understand that his actual name may be MileagE, or not. I am making this stuff up as I go, so who am I to judge. Yellow, red and green are key to making sense of this spurious, but curious, mechanism. Please enjoy your visit.
In Ambiguia, no individual is quite the same. This fellow stands within that spurious/curious machine. It designs wardrobes, hairstyles, and mood to create a look that fits the day, month, or year.
ME is using the mechanism to coordinate color combinations to achieve an effect. Here you see his appearance change in accordance with a mystery that has not yet been solved.
We’re not in Kansas anymore, as you may already recognize.
Ambiguoid is a word I have coined to identify ambiguous creatures who inhabit some territory in my imagination. Curiously, that word had not yet appeared in the Google universe, so I am happy to own it for these guys and gals. They might otherwise go homeless, and no one wants to be out on the street at Christmas time.
You might also want to call them “ambigs.” However, do not confuse these with a place that sells sweaters and hoodies on the internet. Each ambig begins its life on a blank sheet of drawing paper, standing apart there or combined with others who inhabit the space available.
Some of them link together for some reason, starting where the graphite, a Blackwing 602 meets the paper. A twist of the wrist is all it takes.
Once the wrist twists, the game is on. So, I am giving you a mark-by-mark description of my recent sketch “Snor vs. GREMLIN.” I do not yet know why gremlin is capitalized because I am actually making this stuff up as I type. Your interpretation is as meaningful as mine.
The individual at the center of the page is comprised of swirls within an oval, it has morphed away from that unwinged aircraft. Perhaps he or she had jumped out of that orange-tinted window. The plane appears to have at least two humanoid creatures at a large window near the front of the craft. That apparently soon-to-crash tube appears to separate the six beings outside that aircraft. Snor might be a superhero or a dastardly villain, GREMLIN, a froggish sort with enormous eyes, possesses a single pair of appendages. Snor has his hand around the unfortunate GREMLIN’s neck, Snor’s second arm is to the left. I do not know why. Hopefully, GREMLIN is a neer-do-well and we are all better off. IDK. This author has forgotten to color one of Snor’s appendages, you might want to color it yourself. Well, everything is always in flux and appendages may be evolving as we wait. That tadpole fellow appears to eclipse an orb that may be a sun, planet, or balloon. It might even be a magnifying glass. The landbound critters stand on their own, a ground-based pair. The one on the left appears to be a rabbit of some kind or a variety of potted plant. I am guessing that this rabbit/plant likes the being to the right. That creature is clearly an ambiguoid pair, they are sharing an eye. It also appears to be glancing at those yellow eyes of the shared eyeball, I’m calling it a green ovoid with a curious mouth. This is an introduction for my readers, I hope you enjoy the show.
Thanks for reading and thanks as well for viewing.
I would appreciate your thoughts on these gals and guys.
This Ambiguoid began as all my ambiguous sketches start, with a random pencil stroke. I showed it to Lisa and she immediately declared “That’s me.” A team effort then. She is glad to join with each and all my characters.