Posts Tagged ‘Cats’

A Pastel Drawing Of A Fat Cat’s Daydream

Thursday, April 22nd, 2010

A pastel drawing of one of my cats.

Many years ago I did a large pastel titled “Fat Cat’s Daydream.” Fat Cat is a pastel of my cat B.C. and three beta fish. I belonged to a group of artist and we had been invited to display our work in the windows of an empty downtown street level office. I was told the piece needed to be big so it could be seen by passing cars. I thought, what better muse than my young cat, but what will I draw him doing?

At the time I had a large bowl with a blue male beta fish, some rocks and a small plant for shelter. I say male because the males have the long fins and this particular fish had really long fins. The bowl sat close to a tree shaded window and the fish, who I called Blue, would swim around or hover among the stems of his plant. Oh, and by the way, did I mention that Blue and B.C. lived in the same house and the same room? B.C. was a wild cat as a kitten and seemed curious about everything but the fish. He could open boxes and empty the contents, he shredded a mini blind and if he wanted to be held he would leap from wherever he was to me. But, I never saw him anywhere close to the fish bowl.

One day I arrived home from work and noticed that the fish bowl was empty. I looked everywhere around the bowl and concluded that Blue had been eaten by B.C. Of course he looked totally innocent and kept shaking his head as if to say “not me.” And after my lecture, which I am sure went in one ear and out the other, I replaced Blue with Red and then Blue Too. So, I thought, here is my drawing, B.C. with three beta fish swimming around his head. He must be daydreaming about the fish when I am present, waiting for me to leave so he can make his move.

I sold “Fat Cat Daydream” from that exhibit and kept more fish in an aquarium with a lid and in my studio where B.C. is not permitted. B.C. has grown older now, he is 13, and I sometimes catch a glimpse of  that daydream twinkle in his eye. I am sure he is daydreaming about fish.

Drawings Of Birds From My Sketch Book

Friday, January 8th, 2010

Drawings from one of my sketch books

Drawings from one of my sketch books

I was going through drawers the other day and I found several old sketch books. I started looking through them and remembering where and sometimes when I created the drawings. I don’t always date my sketch book drawings, which is unfortunate, but my best guess is that this particular page is from the early nineties.

I think I have mentioned before that some of my artist friends and I would go to the zoo or other locales and sketch. It was always fun even if the sketches weren’t good. The pages in my sketch books usually have overlapping images because when drawing live animals you have to work quickly so there is no time for page design.

My favorite location was and still is the zoo. I especially like the very early morning just after the zoo opens. The animals seem energetic. I remember one particular morning a friend and I were at the zoo. We had split up but were still within sight of each other. It was a bit chilly and the big cats were very talkative and the monkeys were all too eager to counter with whatever they had to say.

The sketch book page included in this article was done at a zoo, but at a special bird section. I don’t remember which zoo, but the exhibit was fascinating. The birds were in a large aviary that was filled with lush tropical plants. Some of the birds could fly or sit on limbs and some walked around on the ground. There were ducks as well as many birds I had never seen other than in a picture.

The blue pigeon had a funny bunch of feathers at the top of his head and his legs were spotted. Those were the two traits I emphasized in my sketch. I indicated the rest of the feathers with quick strokes drawn in the direction the feathers grew. The blue pigeon was walking around under plants close to the walk.

Laughing Kookaburra is the bird you hear in jungle movies. You know the OOoowaaahhHH call in the background. I love the shape of the bird and the beak shape. The bird did do the call while we were there which made us giggle. I used heavier lines for the dark parts of the bird, but again because of movement by the bird details are kept to a minimum.

This is one of my favorite ways to sketch. You have to work quickly to try and capture the gesture of the subject that is being drawn. With sketches and photos I can then go back to the studio and use the information to do a more formal drawing. Formal is good, but there is nothing more fun or challenging than drawing from life. I highly recommend it.

Cats Love Turkey

Saturday, November 28th, 2009

We have many cats that keep our home, outbuildings and chicken feed free of mice. They also seem to keep snakes out of the chicken coop. Moles don’t bother the garden too much and squirrels tend to stay out of the attic as a result of the presence of the cats. So, as a reward for their diligence I put a pan of turkey drippings and fat down for their Thanksgiving day feast.

I call this photo Cat Mandala

Cats feasting on turkey drippings and fat

Cats feasting on turkey drippings and fat

How To Draw A Chicken

Saturday, July 26th, 2008
Red in profile

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.

Waking Up With Art And Blogging

Thursday, July 17th, 2008

My morning begins in the dark inky blue of pre-dawn with the sound of URH urh URH urh Urhhh. Rooster Pompy is signaling the beginning of another day. If I am ready I open my eyes and as I lie in bed I watch the light slowly change the shadows of tree leaves on my windows and the silhouettes in my bedroom. There is another crow a little louder this time and I become conscious of more sounds around me. Some of the inside sounds I hear are the snore of my old Chihuahua, my youngest cat who begins to move around, and the hum of the air conditioner driven air moving through the vents as the air conditioner goes on and off. Outside as the blue morning becomes lighter other early birds begin to sing, and I imagine the chickens leaving the coop to scratch around the yard, under the fig trees and grape vines. I also think about the outside cats that will be gathering at the backdoor waiting for someone to put their morning portion of food in their bowls. A gentle noise from the kitchen below my bedroom turns my attention back to the inside of home. I hear movement in the kitchen and know that the coffee maker has turned on and someone is up looking for the first cup of the morning. As the light continues to grow stronger and brighter I begin to look around my bedroom. The shapes that were once dark begin to resemble things I have surrounded myself with that remind me of people and or places. The silhouette of the books on the shelves begins to separate into individual color, the older cats stretch or shift and continue to sleep, or just lie there, as I do, listening to the awakening of the new day. I roll away from the window and look at a painting I did in a class many years ago. The painting is a copy of a Sir Alfred Munnings painting depicting a young boy and girl in a rowboat. The boat is against what looks like a stand of iris and the little girl has pulled some of the iris leaves into the boat. The little boy is looking down in the direction of the end of the oar he is handling. I learned so much from the exercise of that painting and it serves as a reminder of what I am capable of if I am determined and take action. Across from the foot of my bed is a print of a Renoir of a young woman with red hair, wearing a turquoise dress with a flower pinned at the shoulder. Her elbow is on an unseen surface and she has her chin resting in her left hand. The print was given to me many years ago by a dear friend. I look around and see other pieces of art that I have been given that represent the support of family and friends for my love of art. I hear more crowing and continue to look around not yet ready to get up. I look at other pieces of art that I have bought or made and kept for myself. I think, ‘what a gentle way to begin the day and how thankful I am for my beautiful life.’ The light is stronger now and I can hear footfalls and voices as my family and visiting cousins begin to move around. Each morning begins much the same with familiar sounds, shapes and movements and the potential of something new. On this July morning I am writing my first blog. I am Lori E. Alexander, visual artist and teaching artist and I hope that my voice as a blogger will grow as the inky blue pre-drawn morning light brightens and grows stronger. I hear another crow, the alarm goes off, my youngest cat jumps on the bed to tell me the alarm has gone off and it is time to get up, begin a new day and the new experience of blogging.