Picture: falconry. Fragment

Falconry is hunting.
The scream is heard and the rustle of wings.
The Falcon is born for the feeling of flight,
He dedicated his life to the sky...

Without shooting everything goes without a chase.
There's no need for pens and dogs..
People stand in the distance and horses,
In the shade of the forest-steppe zone...

And will drive up is a master quietly.
The Falcon will sit on his hand.
In the conduct of his worthy of all,
Worry him nor to what...

( "Falconry", author unknown)

Drawing made with pastel pencils on sketch, gouache on textured paper, stained with ink. Halftone colors change depending on lighting. Feature of pastels is that the ink mass is the individual pigment particles, reflected from which the light scatters in different directions, giving a special colorful layer luchistoi, velvety, specific "pastel" softness.