Cat on a Quilt on a Wall

Hello again! It has been a productive week in the studio, what with finishing Quilted Lake and now getting to complete a second painting.

This one was started  a while back  and wasn’t working for me so it was set aside and stared at it with a gloomy expression for a few months. In that time ideas popped up and swam around with all the other detritus in my brain until finally something more solid was able to form…

I knew I had a few pictures somewhere of an outdoor cat named “Butters” sitting on our neighbor’s roof. I had taken them over two years ago when we lived in a different neighborhood and Butters and I spent a lot of time together. (Some of you already know of Butters. I’ve posted some photos of him on this blog before. I pretended he was mine, but he was owned/fed by some people a few houses down. I’m not sure how much affection they gave him though because he would come running down the road when he heard my car or bike and demand pats.)

I dug around a bit on my computer and found the photos I remembered. Then I did more digging around and found about five or six other photographs to use as resources to invent this landscape as it had formed in my mind.

Here are some process pictures from yesterday and today:

Cat on a Quilt on a Wall, in progress
The canvas before becoming “Cat on a Quilt on a Wall”
Cat on a Quilt on a Wall, in progress 2
Cat on a Quilt on a Wall, in progress 
Cat on a Quilt on a Wall, oil/canvas, 16 x 20"
Cat on a Quilt on a Wall, oil/canvas, 16 x 20″

Cat in the Yard: work in progress

This is a mid-day progress picture for you:

Cat in the Yard (in progress) oil/canvas, 16 x 20"
Cat in the Yard (in progress) oil/canvas, 16 x 20″

The photograph I’m using for reference I took when I was 13 and had a summer job babysitting a boy and his cats.

Random memory: we ate a lot of Cambell’s chunky soup that summer…  Something else we did was put pop* cans in the freezer (we timed this meticulously so that they wouldn’t explode) until they were a nice slushy consistency, cut the tops off (I did this part so Junior** wouldn’t hurt himself) then ate the home-made slushies with spoons.  We thought we were geniuses.

workspace with sketchbook and reference photo
workspace with sketchbook and reference photo

*”pop,” for my US friends, is what you call “soda” in the US, or “cokes” in some of the southern states.

**fake name to protect identity and inevitable punishment from parental units