I have painted my share of cats. All with their unique personalities coming though. You can tell the cat that wants to stir things up. There is the cat that wants to spend the day in the window enjoying the sun. I love the cat that thinks it is in charge of the house; including the dog.
My experience is that cats can be a little standoffish until they know you. They don’t want to be petted by strangers and they’re not influenced by the treats in your hand. I have to respect a cat that is cautious. I’m a little like the cat.
This is a Christmas present. A portrait of a cat living his best life. A day by the window and a little catnip. What could be better?
I have paintings that are ok. I’ve painted them but they don’t wow me. My question to myself is: “would you buy this?” If my answer isn’t yes, I have to figure out what to salvage. Can I improve the painting or do I toss it?
I have a lot of art under my bed. Art I keep for no real reason. No one sees this art but me. A collection of art that reflects my artistic progress and failures.
So this is my most recent re-work. I like my second efforts better. I love color and this has a lot of color. Which do you like???
One of the things I enjoy in making art is in giving art to others. Isn’t that what we do with our talents? Aren’t we meant to share it with others? In this case I painted portraits of two little girls. Future artists who love to create just like me. They asked “what art project are you working on now?” “We need to do some art together.” Grown up questions from one artist to another.
As grandparents or family elders we have a tremendous influence over the younger generations. They listen to everything we say and believe that what we tell them is a truth. It is responsibility I do not take lightly. These young girls believe that I can do anything with a paint brush and canvas. If only that was true. But I do love to work on projects with kids. From magic wands to acrylic pours it is all messy and fun.
I have my good days and bad days as an artist. Sometimes everything comes together just like I imagined. Then there are the days when I feel discouraged. It’s on those days that I remember the faces of my young future artists and I can’t help but smile. I smile in their belief in me. I smile because in their eyes I am capable of greatness. How can I not pick up my brush and try again.
I suspect the paintings will hang up in their rooms. I hope they will think of me when they look their pictures. I hope they know it was painted for them with love. ❤️❤️❤️