You may not remember, but I spent quite a while when I first started drawing trying to draw a squirrel that looked like (more or less) a “real” squirrel. Or enough like a real squirrel to not look like a third-grader who needed glasses drew it.
I failed. Utterly and completely. I tried at least four, maybe five times and each try was worse than the previous attempt. I moved on. I figured I might improve and then I could go back and give it another whirl.
Today, not having anything particular in mind and figuring I had drawn a lot of orchids and should draw something else, I wondered if maybe, by some chance, I was now advanced enough to draw a squirrel.
I drew a squirrel.
The colors aren’t exactly right, but I’m not sure that the exact colors I want are in my huge collection of pencils. Everything was too purple, too brown, too magenta, too yellow, or too pink. If I had been content to draw a gray squirrel, it would have been easier, but almost all my photographs are of the reds. With few exceptions, they aren’t really red, or at least not entirely. They are red in sections. There is one little girl squirrel who is truly a perfect red squirrel, but all the others are a mix of grey, white, red, and a hint of black. What makes them red rather than Eastern Gray Squirrels is their smaller size, the double curled tails, and the white ring around their eyes.
Garry felt this fellow’s eyes were a bit beadier than my drawing. I agree. Not only beadier, but his whole face is a bit rattier. Red squirrels have a more pointed, ratty face than gray squirrels, but I chose, as an artist, to emphasize his loveable qualities rather than his beady-eyed ratty-ness.
I am still having trouble getting those feet right. Still, I’ve come quite a way since January. I’m going to try it one more time and see if I can get the color a wee bit more accurate.