This cheeky horse appealed to me the moment I saw the photo by my friend Eve. I was going to paint it in naturalistic colours but started underpainting it in red and that grew on me. I added a metallic blue sky to give contrast and atmosphere. Grey ground to make the land look dark and gloomy. This is another work in progress. I have a lot of ideas but I’m not sure if I will get them all done in time for an Exhibition at the end of May. X
The weather here is very wet and windy so I’m concentrating on doing some painting. I decided to paint a zebra yesterday. I sketched it out last night but didn’t start on it properly till today. I’ve extended the muzzle and made its mane black and white. It seems to be shaded with brown dust. Possibly it has been having a dust bath. I hope to finish it and my owl painting today. It’s also taking my mind off a toothache I have after eating a cashew nut.
It’s sunny by the sofa and our tom cat never fails to find the sun. As the light moves across the room he will follow it. Eyelids drooping as he naps. Head nodding. Whiskers splayed in the sunlight. Plants display phototropism, bending towards sunlight. Is this an example of ‘catatropism’ (or would that be humans moving towards cats?).
In the case of these seedlings I have to turn them round because they bend each day towards the light. True phototropism. But the cat has also moved again.
He’s a true sun seeker.
A friend was doing some work on our garden today and he bought his dog with him. This is him sitting in the Land rover. He enjoyed coming out and seeing us working along the alleyway.
He has such a nice friendly nature, he put his paw up and wanted his chest rubbing. Then he let me scratch him behind his ears. I loved him pushing his head into my hand. He even licked my nose.
I know he’s a collie dog and he should be herding sheep probably. But it was just nice to meet a friendly animal. He only barked when the Land rover left, because he didn’t want to go!
Being owlish I look carefully at things,
I see them from my flying wings.
I hoot with laughter when I hear a joke.
I spy mice and voles at a stroke,
Will my owlish brain outwit you?
Never know what hit you?
I swoop down so soft and quiet
To consume my rodent diet….
My talons and beak are sharp
Winging down over hill and park.
A barn to rest in is all I ask.
A nest to build is my task.
My eggs and chicks they grow fast
Gobble up food, a tasty repast.
Then once they are grown the fledge
And out to the world they emerge.
So this old owl will towoo some more.
To hear the twit of my Amore.
Gallop, race, run, jump.
The horse runs free.
Soar over hedges and fences,
Fly across the hills.
White horse of chalk
Black horse of earth.
Where are your wings?
You fly so high.
Graceful and beautiful
Full of energy
Vibrant with power.
Fleeing from capture
Running from man
Escape to the hills
Straight as an arrow
Sharp as a beam of light,
Disappear into night.
Then the horse becomes the unicorn…
This rascal likes to get in boxes and I often put one in the kitchen so he can sleep in the warm.
I can stroke his cheeks and nose, but try giving him a belly rub and the claws come out. I don’t know if it’s because he’s being terratorial or if he’s showing me he’s boss He doesn’t mind my partner tickling his tummy.
He’s not scared of me and is usually purring loudly when he attacks. I think it’s play fighting. My hands have been clawed these last couple of days though. Then I read all the diseases you can catch off cats….. Maybe that’s what’s up with me?