Our scruffy black stray cat, Deiter, has always been an interesting subject. I drew him quickly here, on a pillow, but as soon as he noticed me watching him, he got up and sat on my feet.
So I took some pictures and worked from those. When he sits, he more closely, sprawls, as if he’s broken a hip or leg, that healed badly.
Oh how wonderful to have the time to paint again. I will even go the the figure class in town this evening! I am restoring myself.
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You capture the essence of what you paint. Nothing extraneous, nothing unrelated . . . oh, words don’t work for this. Just love your work. thanks.
Thanks Margaret. I must say, capturing the essence is what I am looking for in a painting. Certainly easier said than done, but it happens. And that’s cool!