This picture was another of the results of my September Authentic Challenge – drawing for one hour daily. I hadn’t completed many finished pieces recently, so I’m so happy how much progress that challenge brought me! You can find more of my Aesop’s Fables here.
Here’s the fable:
The Dog and the Hare
After discovering a hare in some bushes, a dog pursued her for a long time, biting her with his teeth as if he would take her life and also licking her as if he were playing with another dog. Not knowing what to make of this, the hare stopped running an said, “I wish you’d show your true colours. If you’re a friend, why do you bite me so hard? If an enemy, why caress me?”
A dubious friend is worse than a true enemy.
Also fits this fable:
The Hare and the Hound
A hound scared a hare from a bush and chased him for some distance, but the hare was faster and got away. A goatherd, who happened to pass by at the time, mocked the hound for letting a scrawny hare outrun him.
“You forget,” replied the hound, “that it is one thing to run for your dinner and another to run for your life.”
Full post with the appropriate fable will follow in the next few days! This is the second fable I’ve finished this month and I’m working on a third! My September Authentic Challenge is definitely paying off!
What have you created this month?
Here are the first fruits you get to see of my September Creative Challenge
Making time for one hour of drawing every day has given me the chance to pick up my Aesop’s Fables series again! It feels so unbelievably good to be drawing regularly again.
I’m really loving how this series is evolving. Some of the older ones, such as The Vain Crow have a much looser form than the most recent ones, which are much more contained within the circle. The very first piece wasn’t even based on any geometric shape, I’ll have to post that here some time as well for comparison!
Here’s the story this illustration is based on:
The Crow and the Pitcher
A crow, on the verge of dying with thirst, spied a pitcher in the distance and flew to it with joy. But when he arrived, he discovered to his grief it contained so little water that he could not possibly get at it, despite all his efforts. At one point he decided to turn the pitcher over and break it. However, he was not strong enough to succeed. At last, seeing some small pebbles nearby, he gathered them and dropped them into the pitcher on by one. By this means the water gradually rose to the brim, and he could quench his thirst with ease.
Necessity is the mother of invention.