I’ve got a particular fondness for poppies, not just for their connection to the Great War. They’ve become a favorite subject to recreate in my artwork. Here they are in pencil, ink brush and paint:






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I’ve got a particular fondness for poppies, not just for their connection to the Great War. They’ve become a favorite subject to recreate in my artwork. Here they are in pencil, ink brush and paint:






Following the chart to 52 drawings this year.
In mid to late May, the Baltimore Orioles return to Southeastern Pennsylvania. Their song is my favorite of all the birds. They are very shy, so I rarely see them, but their double noted trill is distinct. Early in the morning, with the sun just peeking through the trees, you can hear them calling to each other. Here is my Baltimore Oriole done in colored pencil so as to show off the bright orange markings:

Following the chart to 52 drawings this year.
The scarab beetle was sacred in ancient Egypt. (I am not an Ancient Egyptian, just to be clear). The god Khepri, who was Ra as the rising sun, was represented by a scarab beetle-headed man. Khepri would roll the sun across the sky in the same way the scarab (or dung beetle) would roll dung into a ball into which they laid their eggs so that as the larvae emerged they were surrounded by a food source. (I know, gross, but nature’s recyclers, right?) It was this birth and cycle of renewal that corresponded to the birth of the sun each morning. Here is my scarab beetle:
