Untitled. Photo by Ray Morris
A Kalahari lioness sits dead still as her potential prey walks by oblivious of her frame on the barren, dusty plain.
I keep having to remind myself that it’s the lionesses that do the hunting and killing and get their faces soaked in blood I mean is there a more badass animal
the king of the jungle
in the second it’s like ‘maybe if I look away she’ll stop yelling at me’
The Smiling Lioness by *sekhmet-neseret .
The great Mauricio Antón talks about his process:
Big cat action sketches
“To a large extent, modern big cats are the obligate model for sabertooth action. So, another necessary exercise for me in preparation for my sabertooth reconstructions was to make lots of sketches of big cats in action. I have enjoyed my share of encounters with the big cats in the wild, but in such occasions, every second is precious and I don´t even think of taking my sketch pad and start drawing in the savannah. I rather take as many pictures and videos as possible for future reference. But even so, sketch I must, so how I do it? You can always sketch the cats as they have siesta, walk or eat at the zoo, but for serious action I find that the best reference are wildlife documentaries, so what I did back in the VH days (yes, when I did these sketches I did not have a CD player yet…) was to view the action sequences, then pause the video for a minute or so and make a really quick sketch. Play the video until I reach the next relevant frame, pause, and sketch again. And so on. I did dozens of such sketches and in the process got some nice ideas for action sequences involving the sabertooths…”
Focused! Photo by Wim Van Den Heever
Sometimes I splatter acrylic paint on canvas.
The facepalming lion was painted for my mother (while my elbow was still healing from being broken, no less) a few years ago. The kakapo was also painted a few years ago, as a gift for my sadly now deceased biology teacher (I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for him), and the lioness was painted a couple weeks ago for my best friend.
Reflections of a Lion by Marc MOL