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Back to coloured pencils again

Red Squirrel. Coloured pencils. Ulla Hennig February 2013

Here it is – my first coloured pencils piece after returning from the world of digital art. I really enjoyed drawing the cute critter!

 

Squirrel

Squirrel, pencil sketch Ulla Hennig

Squirrel. Pencil drawing by Ulla Hennig

It seems that this blog now is turning into a drawing blog now. Well, this blog is about me, isn’t it, and at the moment I am so happy having fun with drawing those sketches!

Every second day or so I am looking for a photo on the web in order to print it out and take it as an orientation for my drawing. Then I try to get the essential – of the critter or of the object in front of me.

It all began with doing digital graphics. I am playing with the thought to vektorize the squirrel too, but I am not in the mood for it quite now.

Fir Cone

Fir Cone. Photo: Ulla Hennig

Fir Cone. Photo: Ulla Hennig

Fir cones are really nothing unusual. But this could tell a story – the story of the two red squirrels, Max and Maxie.

Actually, Max was the first to discover it, full of seeds, still hanging on one of those towering firs. His little mouth watered – what a delicious meal! Unfortunately, it was not hanging down from the tree he was sitting on. In order to get it Max had to jump through the air. Not that that was any problem – Max was one of the best jumpers of the whole squirrel community. Once a year there was a big jumping contest, and in the meantime most of the other squirrels had lost their interest in the contest because Max always won.

So he jumped. When he landed on the branch with the fir cone, he was greeted with a loud hissing. “This is my fir cone!” He looked into a pair of angry brown eyes. The other squirrel embraced the fir cone with her paws (at second glance he had noticed that the squirrel was female). She definitely was pretty with her glossy red coat. “I saw it first,” Max said. “And I was there first,” she answered.

She was really pretty. Max thought about letting her have the cone. He could easily find another one. If she only had asked him!

“We could fight for it.” She smiled in a rather impertinent manner. “I know that I will get it in the end.” “You won’t!” Max was angry now. Such a cheeky person!  “I will!” Now the two squirrels watched each other’s movements. Maxie was still clutching the fir cone. Max jumped at her, hoping to get her run over by his sheer weight. She dogded him, and he barely managed not to fall from the branch. She ran after him, trying to bite into the lower part of his back. He turned round, attacked her and sunk his teeth into her neck.

The fir cone was forgotten. The two squirrels raced through the branches, up and down the trees. Suddenly they heard a loud “plop”. Obviously the fir cone had dropped from the branch. They stopped fighting. Below them a  very tiny squirrel with a grungy reddish-brown coat approached the cone and rasped away. After his meal he looked into the trees. “Thanks”, he smiled and waved his paw merrily, “Thanks so much!”

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