Bought myself a load of arty stuff (what is now) yesterday. Lots of different media and things. Pencils, charcoals, pastels. So eager to get going (but fairly latish at night – prime time for artisty, it has to be said!), I drew my first “hands on” drawing in a loooong time!
Now, ask me to draw any other kind of animal…a house…a human face…anything else, and it would look even MORE amateur than the best Tracey Emin! But…ask me to draw a bird, and somehow I seem to be able to do it. I’m sure it probably has a lot to do with my love of them.
Birds make life make sense to me.
Of course, in recent times, Simple Minds music has made life make more sense to me…but when that goes wrong (and it does, because I get too emotionally invested in it – I’m learning that the interactivity with Sir can be both a blessing AND a curse
Kerr-se!), the birds are there. Always there.
So here is my VERY quickly sketched carrion crow. I see flaws…but he really was just very quickly done as I was raring to go to get charcoal to paper. As flawed as he is, I love him!
No one else will probably get it. No one else will care. But I do. And that’s all the matters. Just me and Cally. Cally the crow 🙂 (Yeah, stuff it! I’m gonna give all the birds I draw names.)
Maybe one day…this art. The love of the birds and being able to draw them…will transcend into me being able to draw Jim. That would be awesome. Though I doubt I will ever be able to do him justice. Ever.