Wednesday, August 05, 2009
This lunchtime I did something different: I took some bits of scrap paper and a biro and went into the gardens. I found a bench in a quiet corner where I was undisturbed for 45 minutes. I went there yesterday too and though it had been raining, the bench was dry: bonus.
There were lots of different things to draw - plants, flowers, trees, leaves, insects, buildings. It was a bit of information overload, so I settled for drawing some leaves near my bench.
As I cross-hatched away, I heard some squawking and looked up: a hundred Black-headed Gulls were overhead, going after a hatch of flying ants.
Sunday, August 02, 2009
I had a go at drawing birds this morning. It's so difficult. Just when I try to get the shapes right, they change!
Dunnock preening on the garden fence. A common garden bird present all year-round. Grey, brown and rather unassuming
A young Whitethroat, a warbler that will make its first attempt at crossing the Sahara in a few weeks time... It was feeding up on bugs attracted to the honeysuckle flowers and the sticky, red berries on the bush
Some people say that drawing birds' feet is the hardest bit. That's not my experience. It's the rest of them that's difficult.