I grew up partly on a farm. I didn’t see the kind of cows I just painted but to a little kid the cows in the barn were enormous. My parents didn’t own the farm. The family farm was owned by my dad’s older brothers. His family owned two farms; at one point dad worked for them too.
Dad was a hired man. Life as the hired man included a salary, housing and a certain percentage of beef. It was a simple but difficult life. Dad worked hard. It wasn’t the work that did him in but the chemicals he handled. Dad had to leave the farm; his health would no longer let him do what he loved.
Years later while on family road trips my dad would always point out how well the crops looked to be doing. He would comment on how big a particular farmers herd was or how successful a farmer was based on the number of silos.
I always say there is no such thing as a lazy farmer. If you see a lazy farmer he or she won’t be a farmer for long.
Varla's Blue Sheep Art 
What a lovely painting – beautifully done! I especially like your control of the tones within each animal.
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Thank you. The photo turned out to be a bigger challenge then I expected. When you start to paint you notice details you never noticed before.
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Well you did very well with the challenge!
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❤️
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I just now found time to read the story for this wonderful painting. What an interesting childhood it would be to grow up in the country on a farm! But it makes me sad for your dad about the chemicals. I know of others who suffer the same fate. But awesome painting 🙂
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He had three brothers who died of cancer. All were farmers. All the same kind of cancer. Cancer sucks
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That’s so sad.
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It is.
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