There are 43 different types of birds in the “Bird of Paradise” family. They are all crazy colorful and most have funny decorative feathers. I am so coming back to these birds later in the year.

Also, I really like the white highlights on this one.

Of the birds I have done so far, this one is the most like a classic naturalist illustration or bird guide. In some ways that’s good, and in some ways that’s bad.

I think it comes down to that distinction between pure art and purposeful art. Scientific art is purposeful. It becomes illustrative because it’s trying to teach someone something. Therefore, it loses the honor of being “art for art’s sake.” In many circles, purposeful art is a thing to be disdained. I disagree.

I make these birds so that I can learn about them. I’m not trying to be the next Audobon. I’m just selfishly learning everything I can about bird structure. So that’s my excuse. 

Pretty much anything with a wattle is going to be fun to draw, and this guy did not disappoint. He has bumps on the side of his head, wrinkly blue skin, a lumpy red throat, and a big ol’ casque on his crown. So many fun lines to draw.

I worry sometimes that the scale of these drawings is forcing me to edit or condense detail to fit within a 5×6 in box. But I can’t imagine putting up 365 pages of letter-sized paper on my walls – I’d run out of room in one month.

Rawrk!

This guy is having an argument with his friends. I like the little bump of the far eye, the one we can’t see. Sometimes the tiniest part of a picture makes me so happy.

I missed a day. Three months into the bird-a-day project and I missed a day.

It’s my own damned fault. I spent all of yesterday with my new obsession: knitting. And somewhere at the end of the day, while getting ready for a party, I realized that nowhere in that time did I draw a bird.

AND I have been so stressed at work that I partied hearty. I drank three yummy lemon things in a row, and then danced like crazy. I came home well past midnight and passed out. This morning I woke up, woozy, at 9 a.m. with the private shame of knowing that I let a day go by without making time for my art project.

Now I am drawing two birds. Which is technically cheating. BUT to mark this mistake, I will draw the same bird twice – a head portrait and a full body image. so at the very least, it will be a purposeful adjustment to the mistake.

sigh.

Success! Ever since the Canary, I have been hoping to duplicate my success with the Puffbird. This bird provided the perfect opportunity: black, even feathers tipped with a fringe of white, and a sharp profile.

Swifts are somewhat similar to swallows, it seems, in their ability to hang out in narrow house eaves and little cracks in cliff walls.

I had fun making the texture of his feathers.

The one weird thing about working with charcoal: it kicks up dust everywhere. After doing this bird, I blew my nose and it was a very wrong color mixture of the black, brown and white charcoal I used in this drawing. I know, really sexy, right?

Ugh. I’m so ashamed of this bird. He is hurried and deflated and nowhere near as refined and elegant as the model. He should look more like an aristocrat looking down his long nose at us peasant viewers.

The ruff is a strange bird. Apparently, the male birds start growing extra large head and neck feathers right around mating time. And the ruff can vary greatly in color and shape, so no two birds look the same. After the spring is over, and baby birds are everywhere, the male ruffs lose their namesake ruffs, and they look just as plain and boring as the females.

I think the guys who named this bird needed a color wheel. These birds mostly do not have black heads. They mostly have brown or even reddish heads. But apparently, the name stuck, despite being totally inaccurate. Science. Go figure.