And so after 3 hours of staring at that owl’s black and white lines. I needed to see some colors. So I wrapped up the Octopus for my friend.
I don’t know, but I made a drawing of one swimming somewhere. Something different. Can’t call yourself a wild life illustrator if you only draw birds and branches right?
Well I suppose I could, but drawing this Octopus was a lot of fun. By no means is it close to scientifically accurate other than the right number of legs.
While discussing favorite animals with a friend, the Octopus was mentioned, and I felt compelled to draw one for my friend.
The lines were more fluid to draw than birds, and it was a treat to relax the pen and make longer lines.
The bird drawings have thousands of short pen strokes across the page, the octopus had longer, more graceful pen strokes that curved underwater.