Big painting

I have done large paintings in the past. This was painted in oil on canvas. About 4ft by 5ft. Done in 1993. it was before we moved to our current house. I used the room to paint in, I love pattern and regularly wore leggings, the jumper on the figure is made up. It is meant to be me. The cat on the canvas was taken from a book. It amuses me as it looks like its swallowing my arm. The cat in the corner was Gemma, a very intelligent loving cat.

Would I paint something this big again? Yes, I’ve done far bigger when I have painted scenery and murals. It would be great to be commissioned to do something large. You know where I am, get in touch.

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Tig remembered

Tig was a handsome cat and very friendly. We loved him very dearly. I did this painting of him in about 2011. It’s just come up on my Facebook timeline.

We had Tig for a couple of years. He came and stole the other cat’s food and gradually moved in with us. The only thing he was scared of was The window cleaner, as soon as he heard him, he was out through the cat flap and away.

He was young and healthy and did mad things. I don’t have the pictures but I drew a series of cartoons of him on a website called Youdraw.com and called them the adventures of Tig.

One Wednesday he ran off as usual when the window cleaner arrived. But he did not come back that afternoon or night. I called and called but there was no sign of him. In the morning my partner went out looking for him while I got ready for work. He found Tigs body in the alleyway. We think he had drunk something, perhaps antifreeze that had poisoned him. There were garages nearby.

I couldn’t go to work that day. My grief was too much. I’m glad I painted him.

Rainbow cat

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Cat out in the rain, dripping wet, Shivering, sad. Waiting to get in that house I visited. Are you safe and warm now. Did your owners come back or let you in? I would have taken you myself, blacks whites browns and oranges. If you were mine you would be snug and safe.

At least the rain stopped and the sun came out. Then, miracle, you sat in a pool of sunlight, rainbow hued, content with warmth.

Now wash yourself dry, find a quiet place and lie down and wait for them.

Bye bye baubles

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After a week of resisting temptations my cat decided to attack the Christmas tree last night. The round, glittery baubles just got too much for her. Before I knew it she was round the back of it and the whole artificial tree was shaking …. Rocking from side to side . Luckily I was next to it as it started to topple. I caught the top of it and hauled it back upright.

Now the tree is denuded of its colourful decorations, left with only a string of fairy lights and a few strips of shiny paper as a reminder that it is not twelfth night yet. I’ll put the lights on again tonight. ….

Hopefully the cat will have no reason to attack it again now the temptation has been removed….

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Hiding under the tree

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Hiding under the tree, determined to shake the baubles free. Trying to use the plastic wrapped metal trunk as a scratching post.

Every so often she sneaks underneath, now the presents have gone, then stands up on her back legs – her front paws in the air, battling a glinting decoration, rattling the tinsel. A couple of times the tree has rocked and shaken like a fir in a tornado, almost, but not quite, uprooted from its three pronged stand.

Then out she shoots, scampers after a toy, a feather, a ball. The tree is forgotten till next time – then used as a hiding place, scratching post, and climbing frame in turn when she feels like it.

Twelth night will see the tree demolished and returned to its cardboard box home. What will cat do then?

Lost cat

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Cat hidden in dusty shadow. Lost to the World.

You were smart and neat once, now slightly chipped and nicked.

No longer on display, but hidden in a corner .

Spotted paint is scuffed, dots are faded,

But you can’t leave, you are an old friend .

Will you ever see the light of day, no sign of your return to favour.

Fold yourself into the corner, stay stray until you are called back. Home.

Cat portraits

Painting cats.
I like painting cats from photographs but sometimes they don’t stay still. These are paintings of Casey and Lucy. Both were painted before I got a digital camera and although they were painted from life the cats didn’t stick around to pose!
Casey could get tangled up in anything, he climbed up shelves and sat in the middle of the road waiting for me. I had been given this kite as a Christmas present and he was determined to play with it!

Lucy on the other hand was an old lady of 21 when I painted her. She didn’t do much as she got older but she loved a fuss.

I added the patterns for both of them to make them more interesting. I’m pleased to take commissions for pet portraits if you are interested.

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