Cock-A-Doodle-Doo : The Rooster

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I have had some serious blocks about my art lately.

 

Thank goodness for Ayala Art’s 29 Faces challenge or else I might have not worked on faces for a while longer yet…even though some advice from the GulfSprite that I recently heard gave me some true encouragement.  It went along the lines of, if you want to get better doing faces, if you want to create your own style of faces, then paint faces, lots of faces.

 

But faces are not the only things I want to draw or paint.  In fact, faces may have been on the periphery of my brain when I started to take online art courses a few years ago, but that was not my focus…and despite many many classes otherwise, my default is normally a face of some sort.  What I want is to create animals…

 

I lucked out that January 28 of this year marked the Chinese New Year…and that this year is the year of the Fire Rooster…because I seem to have this weird thing for chickens.  I know it has something to do with the relationships I had with the chickens on my grandparents’ farm when I was a kid, but there is also some more to that.

 

I have had a rooster, specifically a rooster, not a hen, come to me in dreams for the past few months.  We don’t talk.  We don’t hang out.  He just stands there, on the edges of things, watching, guarding.  I get that.  I understand that.  I get the clarion call of that cock-a-doodle thing he does so loudly and so well.  I know why he is here.  I may not understand his entire message yet, but I understand his presence enough to be confident and content with him being so close.

 

This wasn’t even supposed to be much of anything other than me playing…and I love the way it turned out.  It’s just something I drew up, using graphite, in one of my altered books I am still working now and then to fill.  I used water colors and then colored pencils to finish him out, with a little bit of charcoal smushed around the edges to help him stand out against that flaming background of his.

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He is the second chicken I have drawn.  Months ago, in a completely different journal, I sketched out a hen…and I have yet to paint her out…because I wasn’t really feeling the way she came up…mostly because I drew a she and I knew in my heart what I wanted was a he…maybe now I can go back and tidy her up a bit and turn her into the beautiful him she wants to be.

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