Archive for July, 2008

How To Draw A Chicken

Saturday, July 26th, 2008
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Red in profile

I love being outside and in the garden walking around and looking at all there is to see. I check on which plants are blooming and which plants have finished, water those that need it and feed the fish. All the time cats, dogs and especially chickens are in tow. They follow me around talking and keeping a look out for crickets or other choice things to eat. Rooster Pompy crows and stops walking to spread his wings and gives a gentle flap. The hens each have recognizably different ways of talking. Red our Rhode Island Red has the traditional “baah, bah baah, bah baah” type of cluck. Henrietta the Polish Buff is very skittish and clucks lower, faster and in shorter ” bah bah bahs” until she can’t stand it and feels she must flee letting out a loud BAH, bah bah bah. She scampers away, but not far. Little Black the hen tending the three young chicks really sounds like she is saying “cluck cluck cluck” and she puffs her feathers out to make herself look bigger. And then there is our dear Mater. Her nickname is Ninja chicken. She is tame and friendly, but she likes to give a gentle peck on the toes if I am wearing sandals. I have learned to recognize the look and stance she takes right before she pecks. Slowly she turns, stands taller, stiffens, tilts her head to one side talking with a high pitched and slow “bah gwah, and then she pecks. She loves to peck my old mellow Chihuahua, toes, unsuspecting cats, empty coffee cup, you name it and I think she has pecked it.

Now I am sure you are wondering why I am going on about how the chickens talk and their different behaviors when this is supposed to be a how to draw a chicken blog. Well, the reason is because these characteristics mentioned are things that will help me draw a better picture of what I am looking at. Drawing isn’t just about duplicating shapes and colors or the size of the subject. By studying and observing the subject’s movements and behavior, if it is a living subject, you can draw your subject to be recognizable as a particular, in this case, hen or rooster.

How To Draw Our Hen Red

Today begins a series of simple exercises on how to draw the hens and rooster and their chicken coops. I will post a photo and step-by-step outline drawing of each subject. And remember, drawing is like eating pie. You don’t just mash your face into the pie with your mouth open. The pie is cut into pieces of which you take bites so, when you draw you will do it in steps
Before you draw take a moment to look at Red’s overall shape. She is pointy in some areas and curvy in others and her legs bend in the opposite direction than our legs bend. Her body is shaped like an egg and her head is a circle. Her neck, beak and tail are triangles and the comb that sits on top of her head like a cloud is drawn with a curvy line.
So, grab a pencil, and some paper and I will begin to describe how to draw a chicken. The first step is to draw an egg that will be Red’s body. Eggs are rounder and wider at one end and decrease in size and become slightly more pointed at the other end. Next at the smaller end draw a triangle with the flat side slightly overlapping the edge of the egg and pointing out. At the top of the triangle draw a circle around the tip of the triangle. This is Red’s head. Now draw a small triangle touching the circle just like you did for the body. You have just added her beak. Okay, now at the opposite end of the egg, draw a larger triangle with the base overlapping the edge of the egg and have the point up.
Look at the photo again. Look at Red’s legs and how they bend away from her head and toward the tail. Draw a “w” on the underside of the egg, belly. Next draw what is called a diagonal line. Diagonal lines are not up and down or left to right, but leaning. Start your diagonal line under one of the curves of the “w” and your line should lean down and toward the tail. The next diagonal line will begin at the end of the first one and lean down and toward the head. Repeat these steps for the second leg.
There, you have drawn Red in profile or side view. Look at the photo again because you still need to add feet, a wing and the comb on top of her head and an eye. Since you drew the side view of Red you only need one eye. You also need to erase the lines where the triangles and body overlap. If you compare the drawing to the photograph I left something off of the drawing that you will see in the photograph. A hint is to look under the beak or chin area. Add that shape, or you could use the letter “u”, to your drawing.
Great job, now you can color her and add things around her to make a complete picture. Oh, and don’t forget to sign your work. I hope you will join me again for the next drawing exercise.

The Egg Shape Is Found In Drawing

Monday, July 21st, 2008

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There are many animals around home. Some here by our intention, some by their own intention and then there are the wild ones who travel from yard to yard and non-human inhabited areas in between. Many of them lay eggs and go through different stages of development. Working in the garden and yard I have found eggs of insects, lizards, frogs and turtles. Once I have discovered them I leave the area alone until a later time. We have alligators in our area and the summer is a time when the females guard their nests until the eggs have hatched. I am glad to say that I have never come across a snake nest, but I know they are around and I am always glad to see our speckled king snake or at least the shed skin.
We have four hens that lay eggs for us. We have had them almost a year and I enjoy having them around. They are more like pets in that they all have names they will come to and they will follow us around the yard if anyone is out. They can scratch and eat figs and grapes that are in season. We do feed them and they will gladly eat out of our hands. Two of the hens, one a Rhode Island Red named Red and the other a Barred Rock named Mater, lay light brown eggs. One hen is a Buff Polish and wears a gathering of feathers on top of her head that reminds me of Phyllis Diller’s hair. She is Henrietta and she lays white eggs that are slightly more pointed than the other eggs. The fourth hen looks like a Barred Rock but doesn’t have the big red comb on top. Instead of light brown or white eggs she lays darker brown eggs with darker brown spots.
The egg has appeared in art for a very long time. Its shape is perfect for studies of value not just in black and white but also in color. From the browns and white of our hens to the greens and blues of other hens, eggs come in many colors and sizes. Their shape is great for still life studies of how light travels across a curve and then slips down the underside into shadow. Egg -shells can be polished and carved into beautiful pieces of art or even turned into small evening purses if the egg is large enough.
I have sketched and eaten the eggs our hens give to us and find they taste differently from the store-bought eggs. Recently Little Black as we call her decided to sit on a nest. Thanks to Pompy the rooster she hatched three chicks and they each look like they were under a table with spilled paint that dripped. They are white, yellow and have black splotches. The largest chick has brown patches over the eyes and they all have tufts of feathers that stand up on top of their heads. And so the cycle will begin again. The chicks will grow into roosters and hens that will roam about the yard scratching and eating figs and grapes when in season offering me more opportunities to sketch and photograph eggs, hens and rooster.

Drawing A Portrait

Sunday, July 20th, 2008

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I have written before about walking around the yard by myself, with family and with my young cousin, although he spent more time running than walking around the yard.
Last year when they visited and we went to New Orleans we walked from St. Louis Square along the levee, through Riverwalk and on to Julia Street. We then walked back to catch a horse and buggy ride through the French Quarter. Those were both very long walks, but the scenery along the river is filled with the movements of the river itself and the travel back and fourth of the ferry. There were a lot of other people doing the same thing we were doing by walking along the levee. I have to say that my cousin being five at the time did more running back and forth in front of us than walking.
Walking is a great time for observation. I think there is more to being aware of what is around you than just knowing what people are close or what type of buildings surround you when walking in a city. The play of light and shadow cast by everything adds to what we were seeing. We passed many ginko trees planted at the edge of the sidewalk. The leaves still on the trees were vibrant green and made noise when a breeze moved them. The ginko leaves on the ground were changed not only in varying shades of green to brown, but also how they changed shape as they dried out. My cousin caught a quick glance of a green lizard as it scampered across the sidewalk to hide behind ornate wooden trim on the side of a building. We also walked from levee parking to a restaurant for lunch and then the flea market and back to our car. We saw pigeons, mules, carriages, people of all shapes and sizes walking and sitting. There were cars, buses on the streets and artists along the fence. All of these things we observed have combined shapes that cast shadows and reflect light. There were musicians playing their instruments and the movement of their bodies and their instruments changed the shapes and angles of their bodies.
One day we went to Global Wildlife park and as we road around in the park caravan we watched animals walk. In the beginning of the ride deer and eland gathered around the open cars to accept food offered by the passengers. Many of the animals have horns or antlers. Walking around the with the added weight on their heads made them seem more regal. The strides or length of step varied greatly from the slow long stride of the camels and giraffes to the quick moving deer. And then there were the geese. They were so comical coming toward us not in a walk but a really fast waddle with wings open as if ready to give a big hug. Yeah, hugging geese like the geese in a Beatrix Potter story.
We left the animal park in search of lunch and stopped at a small restaurant. My cousin entertained himself by drawing while we waited for our food. He drew portraits of each of us sitting at the table. I love my portrait because it shows me walking. I know this because when he finished I asked “Why is one hand bigger than the other?” and his reply was “Because you are walking.”
Walking is a great time for observation and you may be the one observed.

Get Drawing Ideas From Clouds

Saturday, July 19th, 2008

Being from the South it is a rare day when we don’t have clouds in the sky. On a long road trip or just a brief drive to the grocery store I have always taken quick glances at the far off clouds. The clouds and their ever-changing shapes offer endless opportunities for stories of sky creatures or just identifying animals. We all do it, but it is most fun when there is a child in the car.
My cousins have been visiting and as I have mentioned before one of them is six years old. He has a wonderful imagination and I have been so delighted, this visit, to see the electronic games put away in exchange for looking at the scenery moving past the car. One day we decided to get into the car and drive to New Orleans. Our drive is over marsh, forested wetlands and along the edge of Lake Ponchartrain. I love the drive to New Orleans.
The wind moves the water causing the sun to dance across the surface and the water throws the rays back up into the air to light the underside of overhanging leaves. There are so many birds to see and the stark white of herons and lesser egrets against the dark olive green of the water makes them seem to pop out from the scenery. And then there are the harder to see great blue herons walking along the bank looking for a meal. As the various birds take flight they bring our eyes up with them into the sky and that is where our game begins.
There are four of us in the car and we take turns spotting and describing what we each perceive the clouds to resemble. A pig in profile is spotted, round but stretched out like an oval and there is even a small rectangular snout. Next a giant bird is spotted soaring high above the other clouds. A running dog chases us for a moment and disappears into another shape. My young cousin spots a couple of clouds that to him look like a cow jumping over the moon. A snail, a turtle and an elephant follow in a quickly changing procession.
As the traffic thickens I no longer play. We park a few blocks from our destination and continue the cloud game, but the sights and noises of the city draw our attention back to the earth level we are all connected to everyday with each step we take. On the return drive home we all play again looking for animals not seen earlier. Within the last mile of our drive we all spot a great winged dragon in profile, with his mouth open and a small puff of a cloud out away from his mouth looking like the smoke left from a fiery blow. Perception is a funny thing. We all saw the dragon, but I’ll bet if we all drew what we saw there would be four different looking dragons. What a fitting end to a great day.

Drawing Inspiration From A Stroll In The Garden

Friday, July 18th, 2008
Garrett's drawing of the garden

Garrett's drawing of the garden

I am sometimes asked, “Where do you get your inspiration?”  I reply “the garden.”
The garden and yard surrounding home are filled with things to sketch, photograph, paint and just observe. The front part of the yard is filled with old tall trees and flowering bushes and a wild corner of trees, vines and undergrowth. Closer to the house itself are roses and numerous other plants that bloom and release sweet fragrances into the air day and night. Some years ago I planted pink and yellow four o’ clocks. I love their fragrance. I also love that they attract hummingbirds in the early and late parts of the day and hummingbirds moths at night. One night I was out with the dogs and noticed movement around the four o’ clock blooms. I kept moving around trying to get close enough to see what was flying about. The next night it was there again and this time I managed to get a closer look. I also managed to get a photograph although not at all a very good one. I found out later it is a huge moth, the size of a hummingbird. I still love to see them in the four o’ clocks.
There are four garden ponds around the patio. One is a one hundred ten gallon black horse trough in which I have horsetail and pink and yellow water lilies. It is my nod to Claude Monet and his pond at Giverny.  The lilies and fish in that pond have kept me entertained for many years. I have sketched, painted and photographed that small area time after time. I love the way the sun reflects off of the water and the lily pads cast shadows onto the bottom of the pond. As the fish move through the lily stems their vibrant orange scales reflect the sun and the lily pad shadows stroke the backs of the fish. The fish also create their own shadows that dart and dance or glide along the bottom of the pond. Just above the surface of the pond there is usually a small spider web and I try to watch for it when I feed the fish so I don’t get fish food caught in it. Occasionally I have seen wasps and other insects use the lily pads as places to land to get a drink of water. To one end of the pond there are yellow irises the majority of which stand upright, but some fold over and dip their tips into the water. Green tree frogs hide among the leaves and dragonflies alight on the tips.
The back yard is where we allow the chickens to wander around. They are usually fond of sitting under the grapefruit and Satsuma trees. Now that the grapes and figs are in season they spend more time gathering on the vine fruit and fallen fruit. To watch them do their funny jumps to reach some of the higher fruit brings a smile to my face.
My visiting six-year old cousin and I have been walking about the garden this week. We have looked for cicada’s shells, picked fruit, gathered eggs and watched the chickens walk about the garden while cats and dogs sunbath. The other night after our walk my cousin drew a picture of one of the chickens, an egg and the tree with the rope swing. His picture is great and only confirmed what I have always known. The garden is a place of inspiration.