Bubbles. Stones. Under water. Meditative practice.
my dreams lately have been full of storms
My many friends that are serious observers and students of the avian peoples may laugh, but somehow can’t seem to stop myself from drawing imaginary odd-proportioned birbs.
I got home in the evening, just as a big long front of thunderstorms hit. Managed to extricate myself from keeping Jack the bulldog company, and run to the studio for a few minutes to dash this off.
Here’s Jack, guarding the house to keep the thunder out.
I managed my drawing time poorly, so only got as far as the underpainting for this drawing. I’m posting it anyway, with a bonus snapshot of the pencil sketch.
Finished a few days later.