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This is something from my Moleskine sketchbook.
For whatever reason, I've always identified with sparrows. They may seem rather common, but there's something remarkable about them---to me at least. They're brave, often to the point of stupidity, taking on much bigger birds and protecting their nests to the death. So in this, I am the sparrow and the grackle ripping out heartstrings on the left is, well, somebody else.
Materials: Tea, colored pencils, pen, white ink, red felt, red thread.
(And yes, I did literally sew the heart into the page
.)
Sorry that this is a little blurry. I think my scanner is on its way out...
EDIT: Oh my gosh! A thousand favorites in under 24 hours? Thank you so much for your attention and comments!
EDIT: Featured on Facebook 5/26/13
For whatever reason, I've always identified with sparrows. They may seem rather common, but there's something remarkable about them---to me at least. They're brave, often to the point of stupidity, taking on much bigger birds and protecting their nests to the death. So in this, I am the sparrow and the grackle ripping out heartstrings on the left is, well, somebody else.
Materials: Tea, colored pencils, pen, white ink, red felt, red thread.
(And yes, I did literally sew the heart into the page
.)Sorry that this is a little blurry. I think my scanner is on its way out...
EDIT: Oh my gosh! A thousand favorites in under 24 hours? Thank you so much for your attention and comments!
EDIT: Featured on Facebook 5/26/13
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800x624px 240.3 KB
Date Taken
May 29, 2012, 6:29:46 PM
© 2012 - 2024 Kanjimaru67
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I have an affection for sparrows, too. Cryptically striped and of buff and subdued tones, they lack the charismatic appeal of the larger more colorful species, but there is an inviting softness in these little souls, and they're always a calming sight in the fields and woodland undergrowth. It can indeed be transfixing to watch them through binoculars on a wintry day, seeing them perceive and interact with their world, perching on bowing branches and calling out in quiet pips and chirps, dancing in the leaf litter, madly tearing at seed husks. They can be easy to overlook, but taken with the whole intent of "endless forms most beautiful," they are remarkable beings in their own right, their gentle appeal exerting a slight tug on me each time I stop to watch. Subjective blather aside, they're just animals fighting to get through the day without getting ripped apart by something else, and their lives probably suck worse than we think ours do, but still, it is enjoyable and harmless to allow ourselves an imaginative step into the world of these small creatures, to indulge in what biologist E. O. Wilson referred to as "biophilia," the uniquely human characteristic of being drawn (emotionally, aesthetically, scientifically) to the living things around us.