Another Bat Dropping from the sketchbook.
Looks like a barrel of fun.
Looks like a barrel of fun.
Busy day ahead. I’ll leave a couple of bat droppings for you.
May the wind be at your back.
Here, Kitty, Kitty.
Perhaps this moment is a dream
And you are in my mind
Please bring me a nice bowl of cream
And leave those tweets behind.
This is the last stanza from the poem The Cat and the Tease, by Theo van Joolen. You can find the poem in its entirety at fairypoet.com
I took a few liberties and added a Dark Oak twist to the original art work by Daniel Merriam. Merriam is a fantasy artist. You should check it out if you like that sort of thing. I would give an example but my own sketch would be devastated by comparison.
. . . sprang from a doodle sketch, a bat dropping. The more I looked at the beast, the more I wanted to bring it to life. I kept thinking what a fearsome creature this would be, all those sharp legs and claws ripping at you, the teeth snapping at your face and throat.
Someone said he would hate to be in my head. That’s okay; it’s pretty crowded in there already.
I will leave another dropping. Perhaps one day, this creature will “live” as well.
Years ago, I went hunting deep in the woods. Late that day, at the end of my hunt, I fell from a bluff and twisted my right ankle. Alone, I started for home.
Night fell and the moon came up.
Icy fingers, clumsy, cold feet, and throbbing pain in my ankle traveled with me across the rocky, snow-slick ground, seldom seen dead fall branches plucking at me in the night. Anger, as much as self preservation, fed my determination to return.
Breaking at last from the trees, I again wondered where were the sweep of flashlights? Where were the strained and muffled shouts of action? Where were the 4×4’s racing here and there intent on my rescue?
As I limped from the watching woods onto the moonlit snowfield, the yellow light of home a warm beacon in the far distance, a thought flitted like a crazed bat across my mind: That I had died at the bottom of that bluff, perhaps years ago, and just now had the strength of spirit to return. For a just a flash, the resentment of the Dead flowed through me.
For artistic projects, I have discipline and patience. When it comes to sketching and doodling, I’d rather just grab a pen and get going. This new category of sketches and doodles, these Bat Droppings, are almost always executed in pen from the start, so any mistake in proportion, perspective, etc., are there for all to see. I am human, mostly.
These sketches are done either to amuse my fickle mind, or to flesh out prop or sculpting ideas. They are accomplished with immediacy as the goal, to get the idea of the image or concept on paper. The page below turned out a fun prop the kids really liked.
Feel free to use any of the ideas to create your own prop. Copyright laws still apply to the art. Just play nice and give me credit if you publish it.
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