The hints of progress in the kitchen or on a page of paper.
I’ve already introduced you to the Peregrine Falcon. And by now you’re no stranger to my affinity for illustrating the birds of North America.
My father makes some really good spaghetti sauce. He’s always tinkering with the recipe, changing this and that. And almost every batch he makes, it seems, he swears, “This is the best batch yet!”
I always laugh at him, saying something to the sort of “What about last week’s batch?”
Come to find I find myself thinking the same with these bird drawings. “My goodness this one looks a lot like a bird this time!”
People may get tired of eating spaghetti, or not interested in a hawk or sparrow sketch.
Either way, my Dad will keep making his best pasta sauce ever and I’ll keep drawing my best assorted feathered what-nots. Weather or not the depth of the craft is appreciated in full or not.
Its a stubborn sort of discipline, that has so far lead me to better clarity in the drawings. I’ll say that counts for something.
I laid this drawing down in pen today, after a series of study drawings to figure the posture I wanted. This falcon just took down a small pigeon or dove. It’s pausing briefly checking for any vultures that might try and make off with the score. It’s perched on a rock ledge somewhere with some considerable elevation, this is their preferred sort of joint to dig into dinner or take shelter.
I need to call him for that recipe again…