The quick fox

My jogging routine is, ahem, not worthy of being called a routine. However when the stars do align and I get out of the door on a dark night it is nearly always made worthwhile by crossing paths with one of these creatures. Its impossible to draw or photograph them as they scurry away through suburbia, but I always try and imprint their sneaking silhouette onto brain.

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Charcoal drawing

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Small black monoprint on yellowish prepared paper


Large blue-black and sepia double-layer monoprint on paper