I'm afraid this is simply one of those images that planted itself in my head and demanded to be drawn. It has no other merit whatever.
My friend (and Love in the Time of Chasmosaurs blogmate), Marc and I are not especially adept at running; but we were obliged to run in order to catch a train recently. It was something of a study in contrasts: Marc with his quick, high-stepping gait and I with my great, long, loping strides.
Pencil, coloured pencils, Conté and gouache on recycled paper.
Utterly darling! I love your self-portraits as a crane and when you assign others to a species. I like guessing how it translates into their character.
“We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.” -- Oscar Wilde