Working on some Barn owls. Acrylic and pencil.
Barn Owls (again, again).
the grateful dead
Up.
I was walking down the side of Old Airport Road. I looked up to see a Hawk fly over. The air was still and blue. I was wearing a light jacket and there was mud on my shoes.
I thought about how one would take a mental photograph.
Today I sat in the darkroom necessary (not so dark) to develop that image. I used acrylic paint to do the dirty work.
You know how these start by now. Pencil time and cartoon show reruns on Netflix.
Formulating a plan as I work along.
Hawk comes to view. But what about the sky?
Applying the blues with an old t-shirt. It came together the way I hoped… though I wish I hadn’t spilled paint on my pants again. Though they were all ready blue jeans.
Ripple.
“Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.
There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.”
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.”
-Robert Hunter, “Ripple”.
My first Kestrel in true watercolor. I had stuck to watercolor pencil finding the paint form to be too challenging. A good friend gave me the nudge to dive in, and the process has been far more entertaining and enjoyable than I had ever imagined. While I haven’t begun to scratch the surface of its potential, at least so far my kestrel doesn’t look like a ninja pigeon.
farnco illustrations 