I am an Animal Artist

Drawing a Fox with Prismacolor Colored Pencils

I am an animal artist. Really, I’m just an animal person in general.

I don’t know what it is about animals…I just love them. It almost doesn’t even matter what kind of animal, I love just about all of them, as long as they don’t resemble humans.

I don’t know what it is about humans…I have no interest in them. Now, I don’t mean that I hate people or that I’m not social, or anything like that. I enjoy being around people and it takes a lot for me to actually dislike someone, but visually…humans are boring to me. I glance over photographs of people and I give little attention to anthropomorphic art. This is one of the reasons why I dislike monkeys so much. They’re one of the only animals that I just downright dislike, and it’s because they resemble humans with their two arms and legs, and frontal faces with noses rather than snouts. Monkeys look like humans and I don’t like the look of humans.

I really can’t explain my disdain for the human body and my fascination with anything quadrupedal or feathered, but I’ve had these preferences for as long as I can remember. I’ve always decorated my room with animal posters, collected animal figurines, and surrounded myself with stuffed animals. My favorite animals have changed over the years, but one thing has always stayed the same, my drive to draw animals.

I am an animal artist. I simply have no desire to draw humans or even inanimate objects, for that matter. I don’t even like drawing bugs…only animals. I just really can’t explain it.

Here’s a speed drawing I did of a sabre-toothed cat: