Every afternoon I can, I go outside, let the chickens out, and spend about half an hour either reading or sketching. I always have a small tub of chicken scratch (i.e. treats) handy, to call the chickens back if they start wandering too far.
All I have to do is reach towards the tub, and Dolly (the black chicken) comes running towards me full tilt. Then she sits at my feet and fixes me with a somewhat terrifying, maniacal stare.
That is the expression I attempted to capture for this exercise. (Also, the wattles.) Chronologically, the sketches go roughly left to right, top to bottom.
These are also preliminary sketches for a new project I’m very excited about. Hopefully I will have more to show you by next week.