Citizen Sketcher

Happy Thanksgiving ‘Murica! From the wild turkeys at the Montreal Zoo Ecomuseum.

For a huge bird with impressive plumage, they’re astonishingly ugly when you get up close. What on earth is the point of all that knobbly skin on their heads? Nature is impressive in it’s variety – but it doesn’t always care what looks good to us :)

The turkeys at our particular zoo are quite tame, coming up to the fencing and hanging out with you, making them quite easy to draw. Unlike say, foxes, who hide in gullies and under logs and only pop up to dash across their enclosure.

I was surprised to learn that not all red fox are red. Of the pair on hand this day one was the orangy red you’d expect, the other was black with silver tips, excepting the very end of his tail, which was a traditional pure-white fox tail.

It’s getting late in the year to be outside sketching, I had five layers of coats and sweaters. The fox was so puffy with his winter coat he looked more like a badger. But he still did that pounce-straight-up-in-the-air which is so distinctive of foxes.

Naturally, when drawing animals the challenge is their constant motion.

It seems, if you can see them, they’re moving. For sure, most of the time you can’t even find the animal in the cage. Or finally you see an unrecognizable ball of fur way up in a tree or in the back of a shelter. But the other common behavior, in everything from wolves, to big cats, to this fisher (in the weasel family but sometimes called a pekan or fisher cat) – is pacing.

They run loops around the enclosure. Back and forth, around in circles, never stopping. Most of these animals have worn a path into the perimeter of their space.

So, when sketching, it’s a matter of waiting on them. Working on a pose every time they loop by. I think you can see in fox above, and this fisher, that I’m starting the drawing with scribbles – just open lines and suggestions of contours – I’m doing a lot of guessing – until gradually committing to certain arc of spine or set of leg positions.

That’s the key for me – just keep drawing right on top of the sketch. Your drawing might look hopeless with all these corrections. But as soon as you throw on color, it makes the final pose jump out, and all the searching lines become unimportant. I don’t mind leaving the sketching in. It’s just part of the the look of a spontaneous drawing. I do the same thing when drawing people from life.

The name fisher by the way has nothing to do with fishing or eating fish. Wikipedia tells me it’s based on fitch, a name for the European polecat.

Whereas the otter – definitely eats fish.

We came by just in time see the keeper tossing in some silvery herrings, which were chomped down, bones and all, in about five minutes. Only leaving a tail stub behind.

Interesting to note how the otter and the fisher are very similar in build – but the fisher – being a forest creature, has a light fluffy tail (like a squirrel) where the otter has a thick, muscular, short-haired tail (almost rat like to be honest). You can see right away the otter is built to swim, with that powerful tail being the outboard motor, where the fisher climbs and leaps through the trees, using the tail for balance.

It’s always fascinating to me when I figure something out just by drawing. The whole process of being observant is – (ha ha) – kind of eye-opening.

So, lets end the Ecomuseum with the green frog.

I don’t know why, but there’s an old fashioned epithet where they call French people Frogs. My understanding is it has to do with eating frogs? Which personally, I wouldn’t consider that an insult – I love frog legs. I had some great ones in Cambodia, the size of chicken legs. Delicious!

But I suppose people are able to make anything into a slur, just by the way they say it. I wish someone would call me a frog – I’ve finally got my bonjour to be good enough that people here in Montreal talk French to me.

Here’s a few more animals from life – these remaining ones from the Granby Zoo.

It was weird to be at these two places (though, not in the same day – they’re nowhere near each other).

The Ecomuseum only houses animals from Quebec. There’s a quality of life rationale – that their living conditions are as identical as possible to a natural space. And that the climate is right for them by default. (Eg, no African elephants standing knee deep in snow). I also believe their animals are rescues or second generation thereof, and can’t be released back into the wild for various reasons.

The Granby Zoo on the other hand is full on razzle dazzle. Alligators and tigers and colorful tropical birds.

There’s a weird Jurassic Park slash King Kong vibe all over the place – huge plastic logs and fiberglass bamboo signs. Trying for a safari feel I suppose? I mean, the place is attached to a waterpark called ‘Amazoo ‘- which I had zero interest in checking out. Zip down the Anaconda Slide, stop by the Tiki Dog stand!

Well, I was tempted by the Bear Paw hut.

A significant portion of the Granby zoo was set aside for an exhibit of anamatronic (robot) dinosaurs. They made a terrific racket fake-roaring and fake-screeching on loud speakers. A: it seemed like a huge cash grab to get the kids in to see these mechanical leaping lizards and B: it has to be stressful for the real animals hearing these mega predators bellowing from sun up to sun down. I know it was bugging the hell out of me.

It’s a bit hard to take it seriously as a zoological institution. You’re left with the simple feeling that it’s a cynical for-profit business crammed full of unfortunate creatures.

So, I dunno what to do about all that. I want to think I can enjoy an afternoon drawing animals. But I’m not sure if I should be giving these sideshow operators my money.

It feels cleaner somehow to draw taxidermy animals at the Redpath. Sure they were killed for a museum some time in the last century. But at least the critter goes on to a peaceful afterlife working for science. I think the argument in favor is, a properly cared for taxidermy mount will last forever.

So, we’ll see how much more zoo drawing I end up doing.

I’d be quite willing to donate myself to the plastination people if you want to draw my corpse in a museum! Possibly that will make up for some karmic debt.