Wednesday, February 6, 2013


Buster - 11x14"

Finished the portrait of Buster last week, the kitty of a friend of mine, and gave it to his bereaving Mum on Friday, who thankfully loved it.  She also, unfortunately, burst into tears upon receiving it, not something I want to make anyone do, but that's one of the hazards of painting portraits of our furry babies that have passed away.  This is the third portrait I've done of this kind, and while sad, it's also extremely gratifying to help with the grieving process.  As an animal lover myself I know how hard it is to lose a furry child.  They're your kids.  Not "like", they "are" your kids. They're also your best friends, so it's always hard to lose them.

Buster, as I understand it, was a pretty cool cat.  I only met him twice, but I did get that impression.  He was pretty smart, which I think you can tell from his face.  He was one of those cats who looked you in the eye and you could swear was human.  I have one of those.  Well, actually, to be fair, all four of mine are pretty human, but Bob, my youngest (see, I talk about him like a person), looks at me sometimes and I'm sure if he could speak English he'd be telling me to get my lazy butt off the couch and feed him.  He's quite the character, and I love him to pieces.  I hope he lives as long as Buster did.

Not sure what I'm going to paint next.  I might just do one more polo pony, or get onto that painting of a coffee shop, but my brother has asked for a painting for his birthday - of Paris of all places - so that may be on the agenda this week.  I asked my husband if we could go to Paris for a holiday so I could take some snaps, but somehow I don't think that's going to happen.  I'd much rather work off photos I've taken personally, but if my brother can find something decent, then we'll just have to work with that.