1. I almost always pick up feathers when I see them, laying on the floor, discarded. There's something about the way a feather moves through the air in my hand, it makes me feel like, just for a moment, I might know how flying feels. I found this feather a while back (it's from a wood pigeon I think) and it's been stuck in a plant pot by my door ever since. It was the first thing that sprang to mind yesterday when I was looking for something to draw...
2. A warm up drawing...
3. Then on to the vacuum forming plastic to have a go at drawing with a machinist's scribe to make a drypoint plate...
4. The finished plate. I found it hard to draw because I couldn't see the lines I'd just made without squinting, perhaps next time I should cover the plate with something to scratch through...
5. Anyway, I'll show you the print when it's done :)
