Sketchbook birds

Birds can be big, small, ugly, beautiful, funny, scared and scary. To illustrate them you need to study them, even if they will be phantasy birds. How they are “constructed”, their proportions, their silhouettes, how they fly. Then comes the question of technique. How to visualize feathers, textures and coloring in your own creative style. I prefer using collages of drawings, patterns and elements I develop along the way.

“Pooh, great to be away from the house, always busy, always things to do. It is too hot to move anyway. Summer in the city! Great that we have the river. Ah, look at that nice boot. Come on Little bird, relax, enjoy!” “Funny Bird, you can’t just leave our friend there. This is not funny. He will melt. You have to help me dig him out again! Where is Duvel when we need him? At least he would have helped me to save Big Bird.” 

“Whoa, snow. I love it. Much better than all that rain. Not to mention the stupid toweling afterwards. Come on Funny Bird, throw that snowball, I want to chaaaaaaaaase it! No, not too high. Yes, like that…” “Duvel, I am cold. We have been doing this for hours. I want to go home and eat. Then I would like to have a nice nap under a pile of blankets. Look at my poor bird friends, they are freezing.” “Pah, you couldn’t care less for them. All you think about is food. Come on, one more. This snow will be gone in no time, we have to celebrate this one day of winter!” 

“Duvel, bist du krank?” “Nein, aber lass mich bloss in Ruhe! Meine Trimm-Frau pflückt schon seit einer Stunde an mir rum. Manchmal versuche ich sie mit Schmusen von der Arbeit abzuhalten, aber das klappt auch nicht immer. Jetzt ist sie kurz weg und ich versuche ein bisschen zu schlafen. Ist ja toll, diesen alten Mantel auszuziehen, aber irgendwann habe ich keinen Bock mehr. Meinen Bart will sie auch noch schneiden. Das gute ist, sie hat tolle Leberwurstkekse.”  “Ach das wird schon wieder alter Kumpel. Gleich gehen wir an den Strand und düsen eine Runde. Aber, habe ich das richtig gehört, du sagtest irgendwas von Keksen…?” “Du gefräßiger Vogel! Diese Leckerli verdiene ich mir mit meiner sanften Geduld! Vielleicht gibt sie dir ja auch was, wenn du mal den Schnabel hältst.”

“Duvel, stop this stupid digging of yours! It is too hot to dig. I am trying to enjoy my shade and you keep on ploughing sand into my face. Why don’t you go swimming?” “Funny Bird, I will not go swimming, I never swim. You are so selfish. Look at you, you are alone under that parasol. Poor little bird is nearly melting in the sun. And where is big bird? Oops, I must have buried him.” “No problem Duvel, I am used to being bashed, at least this sand is nice and cool. So keep on digging please…” 

“Happy Birthday Duvel, five years as a publisher’s dog, quite an achievement old chap. Oh, Oh, don’t give me that look! Come on Duvel, I know you think, we are a nuisance, but it is your Birthday. We will be really nice today, I promise. We will not steal the bosses cookies, mess up her office or dig through the rubbish for goodies. We will even leave your precious sticks alone, ok? Look at that cute little toy. I wonder how long that will last. But anyway, cheer up. It is a happy day. Look, we even brought you a present. You will love it. You don’t have to share, if you don’t want to…” 

“Wow, this has been a tough day, Duvel. The food was all right. But walking around in the rain is nothing for a Funny old bird, like me. Beats me why you keep on sniffing those bushes. Oh well, must have something to do with your territory. I could use some rest now. Duvel, thank you so much for letting us sleep in your bed. It took you some time, to get used to us. I knew we would be friends in the end. You are just as naughty as we are, although you don’t like to get caught. A bit of a clown, I must say…” “Funny bird, would you please shut up, me and your 3ird-friends are trying to get some sleep!”