My pygmy owl and its firefly army

So this is a pygmy own, or a saw whet owl, which I found on a search for ‘New England Birds’. It’s about the size of a softball-sized hailstone. I generally stay away from predators and aggressive, team-mascot birds like Eagles, Hawks, Condors etc because I’d like my theme to be seek happiness via beauty and peace rather than hunting and killing things, and also because I like that humble creatures seek happiness, too.

I relate to insignificant low creatures, sue me.

Also I really liked the burning flowers of my airplane doodle (scroll down a bit) as light sources against the filagrees and fluer-di-li’s, so I threw in those lightning bugs. I have since taken a rasher of verbal excrement from close loved ones for drawing really gross lightning bugs, because I made them the beetles that they are.

Yeah, they’re not cute. Live and learn.

So this is grey paper first penciled as a sketch with an hard HB pencil, detailed with a 2B pencil, and then gone over again to get details right. After that I inked it with a sharpie marker, because I’m on vacation and on the move. Properly it should have been done with a quill pen, but since I’m drawing this in cars, cafes, on family game night, etc etc I stuck to an easier pen. Purists will tell me sharpies suck, and they're not wrong, but remember that this will be scanned and vectorized so the original really doesn’t matter. It’s like the first draft in writing, you throw it all out there with full creative energy and worry about cleaning up details on the computer. Writing is re-writing; drawing is vectorizing.

Then I went over with that damned 30% warm grey Blick marker that is actually pinkish, argh. Still haven’t gotten rid of those because it’s hard to get to an art store, and because Amazon and FedEx are slammed busy for the holidays and because I’m travelling. But I have to get rid of those, they’re terrible. I did greyscale out the image so don’t look for the pink, just rest assured that it’s there and be furious with me.

And lastly I went over it with white ink and a very thin paintbrush. In a perfect world it would be white ink on a quill but I’ve never gotten that to work.

I failed to put a philosophy quote on it because I’m worried that it’s a smallish artwork: I’m trying to create smaller prints so folks will have something cheaper to buy, but the problem is that very small words don’t burn well onto screenprinting screens, and this should end up being less then 10” wide by 8” tall. So I skipped the quote this time.

Okay Christmas is over back to drawing drawing drawing

Okay we got through Christmas with some joy and grace so that was good.

Now I’m on vacation exhausted from stress withdrawal.  How much day-to-day energy comes from stress? It would explain a lot of things if stress were an energy source, like amphetamines or revenge.  I bet it is. That’s why people can’t sit quietly for a bit without coming up with a power-point presentation and project plan to screw up the lives of everyone around them.

I’m drawing as much as I can, client-free vacation drawing woohoo! Question, Is wanting to draw all the time a clinical obsession?  I looked up the definition of ‘obsession’, and yes, yes it is. But put the word 'clinical' or 'medical' in front of ‘obsession’ and it gets dark fast: "Jail would be great, I could draw all the time and the other inmates would like it and totally not ass-shank me!" is a thought I repress quickly, clenching.

When prisons offered free inmate labor to the government it really wrecked a lot of dreams for me. Oh, alright I won’t go to jail, I don’t know what crime I’d commit anyway. A really apologetic bank robbery, or something.

On the airplane a sweaty, 13 yr old, possibly autistic stranger pressed awkwardly to my right side and my daughter pressed to my left, asleep and drooling. United Airlines seats are made for anorexics, jockeys, quadriplegics and Peter Dinklage.  Still, I broke out a bottle of white ink (aint I a hero?) and was using a paintbrush to apply it when the stewardess yelled at me which is what I totally deserved. here’s the doodle, five hours worth:

My initial concept was just a series of fluer-de-lis and filagrees to make a cool pattern but I immediately realized I was drawing wallpaper so set the flowers on fire and am much happier with it. The burning flowers got me thinking about fireflies, which became a thing, further down.

My dinner at Auntie's house drawing is here:

Every rooster is a distant shadow of Ken Taylor Avec brothers rooster. The man is a genius, I don't want to look up how he lives because I wish I could be him and I'm afraid I'm going to find out he's living in terrible poverty. Why would I look that up?

My cousin had a kid, I decided she needs art lessons immediately for fear of growing up a productive member of society

Woops just got called away to an emergency board game. More later!