I wasted the better part of Wednesday trying to capture in acrylic an image of Bob the Bad.
Lest anyone say "But that's cute," consider what I was TRYING to do versus what I did do.
Many many layers of paint obliterate my previous attempts. Somehow, a tilted head, a sideways glance, are beyond me. There's some math or geometry going on that my brain cannot grasp. One micrometer off, and the entire expression is lost. I imagine writing poetry or great prose is the same way: one word that isn't exactly right, and the poem is tanked.
Finally, I just added a red bow tie, repainted the eyes to look squarely at me, accusingly, and decided the "unfinished," raw, unpolished look of acrylic by an amateur is my signature.
#Quarantine Cats aka Cats under #HouseArrest
have been with us a long time. Yesterday, may latest Epic Fail in trying to paint Bobi the Bad on a wood slice led me to add a bow tie, and that made me think of a cat making headline news four years ago.
The Embassy Cat even has its own Twitter and Instagram accounts telling about its life in the Embassy with Julian Assange.
It's getting serious at the Ecuadorian Embassy, where Swedish prosecutors are interviewing Assange — the cat is wearing a tie and collar.
Twitter — Yui Mok (@YuiMok) November 14, 2016
Demoralized, Discouraged, Despairing
of my efforts at art, I will either keep going #JustBecause or resume writing instead. The trouble is, my writing is not much better than my cat paintings.