Two days ago I had an injured robin die in my hands, after saving it from a cat. I think it died of panic, because he was relatively unharmed.
After a rush of sadness, I decided that not putting the body to use as a study would make me a bad artist, even though doing so made me feel a little bit like a bad human.
I’ve never felt a twinge of guilt over studying human corpses for anatomy (which I’ve done), but I know that if one had died in my arms, I certainly would have.
This drawing felt like an homage more than a study.
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