Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
I resisted the urge to draw lions and other beasts for this "ferocious" prompt, and instead followed my interest in birds. How could a bird be ferocious? Roosters can be pretty mean, and there are plenty of people who are afraid of birds. Having recently read about cassowaries I could have gone that direction. But some doodles later, this sketch of a bird over a city emerged. My son calls it a phoenix.
As I was posting this, I heard a terrible frightened sound from our parrot in an outside cage. A Harris's hawk was sitting on top of the cage trying to figure out how to get breakfast. Ferocious!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Constantly distracted by birds, I am thrilled to have a nest of babies over the patio. I happened to look out one day and see them picking just the right place to build, and watched as they added pieces to the nest. I tried not to disturb, but couldn't resist setting up the ladder for a pic of the eggs and later the babies. They were just little fuzz balls then, but I imagine now they're beginning to look more like birds.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
A spring breeze stirs the air. I feel very distracted now by the garden and sunshine, and all the birds and creatures that visit. This was a little sketch I began at the park while my children played. It started with leaves that became butterflies, then a mysterious bird landed nearby and invited himself into the picture.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
This one came to me in the middle of the night while thinking, "how does one portray an image of "deja vu"? I guess you could say this is what happens in my brain, my head spinning back and forth in different directions trying to figure out if it's a real memory or just that my mind stepped out for a minute and is catching up. The kids talked me into finishing this one, partly because they are very encouraging and partly because they got to stay up late and draw while I worked. In fact, I even borrowed their oil pastels. It was a good night.