New paintings and regular art updates.
I found this last night after posting about patterns yesterday. Clearly I have a thing about spirals and cats x.
I wasn’t trying for reality here, I enjoyed using these colours and the heavily patterned surface. This is about three years old.
I might do more of these. It depends if people like something quirky…..Right better get on and do some work.
Oh big eyes,
What eyes you have,
The better to see the pattern
Around and in you
Little trailing thoughts
Of spiders you chase
Of feathers you catch
Of fun you have.
Pattern and spirals
Mini mad thoughts
Play…
My cat has taken to sleeping in this cardboard box, and I just saw the sign on the side ‘Chill 2/4°C’.
I had to get my camera and take a couple of photos on him. He might not be the cutest cat in the world, but he certainly is the sweetest to me.
He half closes his eyes, and I’m sure he smiles! He finds various places to sleep. This is his favourite place at the moment.
The abandoned cat who is virtually ours. He definitely has adopted us. He’s wheedled his way into our lives. He gets fed regularly, sleeps in a bed in a shed, and comes and sits on your lap when he feels like it. I will try and get his microchip altered. His owners went away and left him. He would be in the house, but I have two rescue cats already. I’m getting them vaccinated next week and then we can try and introduce them to each other. Things could get difficult.
I do love him, he’s worked his way into my heart. These photos of him were taken in the garden this afternoon.
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Warning, discussing carnivore thoughts.
You know you are truly owned by a car when it sits on the fridge and stares at you. Where is my cat milk? It seems to say. Is it properly chilled? Not too cold, but just enough to cool the cat on a warm afternoon.
Is there roast chicken in the fridge for him. Delicately flavoured with just the right amount of jelly juices.
You know you are owned when the cat looks down at you, then puts his paw out and catches the shoulder of your tee shirt, claw holding firm and stopping you in your tracks.
If cats could speak what would they say? Probably feed me. Hold me, look after me. Sort out my litter tray, human.
What do we get for this care? Kneeding paws that turn to claws, licked boyyoms then they lick your hand, ew! But you can’t fight those eyes. Those staring eyes.
My cat wants love,
jumps up
headbutts my hand
sits on my stomach
poddles,
purrs loud with happiness.
Curls up
goes to sleep
Happy
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Juxtaposed they sat
The jelly mold and the light
Till they got in a fight
The triceratops came off worst
The cat pounced
Paw out
Dinosaurs leg fell off
Juxtaposed in opposition
They growled
And snarled.
Only in the dark
The cats eyes sharp
Wobbled over to the triceratops
Whose battery had gone flat.
Batted it with a jelly paw
Splat!
Now he’s really flat!
Morning time.
Bin time
Sorry you can’t be glued.
Now jelly mold
Hangs it’s head in shame
Magnetised with a hook
To the fridge!
Doing what we always do this time of year. Cram the back yard full of flowers. We have a big patch of land next to the house, but it’s full of trees and shrubs and fruit trees and a couple of small plastic greenhouses with tomatoes. But the back yard is visible from the kitchen and living room and I love a riot of colour. The baskets are mainly from a nursery, but some managed to survive the winter. My hubby even planted an iris in one of the baskets. We’ve put a couple of lilies in the far end so the cat can’t get near them (poisonous to cats).
They will grow and get blousier. It’s amazing that the brackets can hold three baskets in one go. Water the top one and the lower ones get watered too.
I will post more images as they grow.
Don’t worry I said, I know where I’m going… We walked up one moorland fell and down into the valley of the next. Walking on tussock grass was hard on the legs, each lump was seperate from the next. The ground was springy with matted sphagnum moss as well.
The sun was getting lower in the sky. The path was hard to follow, and I was getting nervous. We hadn’t seen anyone in our travels and I could not see the road that led to our destination. Matt had parked his car next to a pub on the moorland road and we were heading vaguely west towards the setting sun.
It was then that Matt had the brilliant idea of looking at the map. He’d not bothered earlier, but now it was getting late and drinking time was running out. We all peered over the map, Matt muttered something as he looked over it. What did you say? I asked. Just follow the cat he laughed. There laid out in front of us was a dotted line, following the contours of the fells. Definitely cat shaped. And as I looked I could see the pub marked just where its up raised paw was swiping at the string, the line that indicated the road!
Matt laughed. We’ll be there in ten minutes. Cheers I said. Let’s go.
She gazes up
Forever cat
Happy to be home
Visited the vets
A few days ago.
I am forgiven now
The visit is forgotten
Time has given her repose
To rest and be calm
And let me be with her.
Mallaband-Brown