"Tufted Titmouse" 6 x 6 inches, Oil on Gessoboard
Painted from a photo. I replaced the birdfeeder perch with a tree branch. Artist licence kind of thing. process pictures
Yesterday, It snowed quite hard. I worry about animals and birds when old man winter blows his nose. So yesterday found me staring out the window at the birdfeeders. That in of itself is not unsusal, but what was? The length of time I was at the window, wringing my hands in worry for my birds.
The voice in your head that bosses you around started up: "If your going to be spending all this time, looking out the window at the birds, then pull out the sketchbook and draw them." Well, I rounded up my very magic pencil and my sketchbook and got started. I forgot the kneaded eraser. Ok, I'm not going to get up and get it. Started to draw and found that I needed my binoculars. Well, they were reachable on the end table. Before you know it, I was struggling to hold the binoculars in my left hand while I tried to sketch with my right.
I've done the left hand, right hand dance before but the resulting sketches from yesterday well not my best work. The cure for medicore work? Do it again.