New paintings and regular art updates.
When my partner goes to bed Seamus likes to snuggle up on his chair. Then he turns over on his back as if to say rub my belly. But beware, it’s a sneaky snare. Tickle too hard or too long, or if his tale is twitching. Out come the claws! Ouch…. He’s really sweet though a friendly cat, you just have to be gentle and watch for the signs ..
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I’m playing with digital sketches to decide whether to paint or draw a card design. After the first set done in a sketching app, I did the last one as an artrage oil sketch – over drawing a picture of a firework exploding that I did last week. I’m happier with that than the others.
I’m only doing these because I’ve got a cold. I was due to go out and go to an art group but I woke up feeling snotty this morning. But you can’t keep me away from drawing or painting for long. I’ve got a large peice of foam board in the car to paint on for something else this week….. But that’s another story.
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I think this looks more refined and handsome.
Argh that’s my leg! My cat is “poddling” that’s kneading it with his big, heavy, sharp clawed paws….I’m suffering from tiny puncture wounds in my thigh…stroke his back and he starts up again. Left, right, left, right…..look of concentration on his face, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, slowing down .. almost..no he’s started up again. Ow, should have worn thicker trousers….finally settled down, ready to sleep….thank goodness…
I once saw a poster “poddle free cheshire” that’s where I found this wonderful word.
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How old was I when we first had a cat? 11 or 12 I think, we had two cats, a tortoise shell and a grey tabby. I remember loving them. One was a kitten and we had a settee which had four legs so it would run underneath and pounce on my ankles. I had to sit cross legged on the seat to avoid getting scratched!
I went to college and my friend had two kittens which we took to the vets and we saw an old cat there which was due to be euthanized. we asked to take it in and looked after it for a year until it died of old age. That cat was Jinx and I did a lovely painting of him.
The following year we took in an adult female cat. She was very clever and liked to ride on my shoulders. She had kittens and we kept two of them. Once their mum died they were our cats for many years. The female lived to 21. As they got old we took in another two strays, one of these would sit on the white line in the middle of the road, waiting for me to come home. He was knocked over in an accident with a car and was put to sleep. The other cat we think was killed by antifreeze or another poison. I was very sad when that happened, but we were later persuaded to taken in two more cats. They lived long lives . Finally last year we took in a brother and sister cat. They love chasing each other around the house, up and down stairs. Having fun trying to catch water from the bath tap and jumping up on top of the cupboards in the kitchen. They are a little shy when new people visit but they are loved and give love. I could write more but I don’t want to bore you.
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One cute cat.
Not for sale, because we are his…
We feed him. Water him. Tend him.
Stroke, pet, hug him.
Spend time with him.
The other cat objects.
She is cute too…
But she doesn’t pose this well!
One problem with being ill is that sometimes my energy levels are not good. I’m often tired, and if I get a cold like I have now I just feel washed out. I end up looking at the canvas instead of painting it.
That being said I’ve promised to finish these two this week. They have come on well, but I think they will need daylight so that I can see the colours properly.
So I will take my time but work hard to finish them. Until I’m happy with them.
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I love ornaments, but have an aversion to dusting, hence all of my ceramic cats are rather dusty.
The more I collect the worse I get. I added up the number of cat ormaments I had once and gave up after 50. I’m afraid I like collecting “useless tat”. Maybe one day I could use them in an art work. Or more likely they will sit and continue to gather dust.
I think each of these cats is a depiction of a Egyptian goddess Bast? I may be wrong.
I love the shapes cats make, even when they are having a wash…
Catlick, wash and brush up.
Preening and tidying,
Smoothing your fur..
Make yourself handsome,
Tidy your whiskers
Top to tail,,
Then your inner gymnast,
Turns you upside down,
Inside out,
Legs akimbo! (love those words).
Purrs escaping like a boiling kettle.
Shapes like a twister game.
You are my cat.
Beautiful and gleaming.
She’s small, she’s bright,
She’s funny, she’s nice
Black and white,
Cool as ice.
Plays with toys
And catnip mice.
Grace’s has to run
And chases her brother,
Till she’s won.
Gives lots of purrs
And miaows for fun,
She’s my cat,
A cheeky one!
Not a very profound poem, just what I was thinking while looking at these photos of her.
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This is my partners painting of our old cat from about 30 years ago.
It’s oil paint on hardboard. He doesn’t paint but when we had this cat he decided to have a go. He also did a large painting of sunflowers at the same time. I love this , it’s up in our bedroom. When I wake up in the morning I remember her.
To anyone who thinks they can’t paint or draw I would say it doesn’t matter. This is a loving attempt at capturing a sweet cat. It’s the feeling behind this that matters and I love Richard for painting it.
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