New paintings and regular art updates.
Today’s #bandofsketchers prompt was monument. I was going to draw the Duke of Sutherlands monument near Trentham Gardens. But then I came across this stone I painted as a memorial to my cat about fifteen years ago. This bought back memories of a lovely intelligent cat. Must repaint it.
I don’t want a mouse
Or a frog
Bought in alive
To scurry or croak.
Caught with a fishing net
For goldfish
And put out again.
I don’t want that bee!
Keep it for yourself
Or a wasp
You surreptitiously
Sneak in
For my pleasure
Take that shrew away
At least hedgehogs are spiky
So they won’t be dropped
At my feet
With a smug purr!
There you go!
Here’s my rent!
Cats come in,
Cats go out,
Paws leave prints
Mud, earth, water,
Cats eat
Cats sleep
Make your home
Their territory.
They take over
your chair
Your bed
Your keyboard
Your larder.
Cats
Our Masters?
Sleeping soundly between us. He snores loudly, then his paws are twitching and so are his ears, he’s dreaming. Catching a butterfly or a bee? Just running through the grass in the garden. Playing with leaves on the garden path or dreaming of sleeping in the sun. Cats, relaxed sweet.
I must do more ‘real’ or analogue art. I mean physical art, not digital drawing or photography. I loved doing these lino cuts as part of my MA final major project. I liked trying to learn a new skill. I could also create cards for sale by doing this. I would maybe use acrylic paints instead of ink? Then I could play with the colours. And by using a lino cut twice but by offsetting the print slightly I could get interesting fringes of colour around the images. Lots of ideas. I just need to do them.
Digitally manipulated photo of a cat goblet I had given to me. The glass globe in the top of it is a paperweight. The texture and light highlights are from using photodirector. You can position the highlights over and over so I chose three lots, each placed where they would be reflected off places such as the cats eye. I chose to make this because its Friday 13th which is a day of superstitious fears in the UK.
Just a photo of the cat washing. He’s just going to curl up to sleep. The image is a bit blurred. I might play with it digitally. I just like the soft curved lines and the slightly greyer areas of shadows. If he sleeps there I won’t be able to get past to the kitchen!
Our cat doesn’t seem bothered by rain. He comes in, soaking wet, and just plonks himself down on a cushion. He purrs while I stroke his back. He’s like a baby otter. Now he will sit and wash till he’s dry. Then he will probably have something to eat and then curl up to sleep.
There was a very wet cat
Who was also incredibly fat
He was like a sponge
When he took a plunge
Into custard stored in a vat.
OK that’s a really bad limerick. It doesn’t make much sense xx
Houseplants and the cat sitting in a box. He looks so comfortable. He sits here in the afternoon when the sun comes in through the window. It’s a lovely sight. Now that the weather is improving he goes and lies in the neighbours garden in the grass which is about a foot high. He comes in when the sun starts to set behind the high privet hedge. I think I would like to be a cat, no responsibility, food at regular intervals. Care and attention. I love this little cat.
Cats don’t care.
Cats are aloof
They don’t need a councillor
They just need love
They can break your heart
But sometimes they might
Just give you a stare
Saying, just don’t go there
I am a cat
This is MY Mat!
Mallaband-Brown