It is only my third week of self-employment, but already I am scrambling to put together a blog post to meet my once-per-week goal.
We have a beautiful old bureau in our living room that serves as an art-project purgatory. One of my big accomplishments this week was organizing said dresser and pulling out all the art work that, until recently, I felt I didn't have time to finish.
Like this portrait of a cat. I finished it this afternoon, but it was started over a year ago as part of a barter.
Last year, my partner came across a suspiciously inexpensive Egon Schiele painting for auction on ebay. Expecting nothing more than a larf, he bid on the thing just before bed. In the morning, we discovered that we'd just acquired a beautiful 'original' Schiele for $65 + shipping.
Whether or not this piece is really the handiwork of one of my all-time-favorite artists, I can not say. On the one hand, the signature is spot-on, and I think that the subject looks a lot like the artist's wife, Edith. On the other hand...it cost $65. Whatever it's origins, we really love owning this gorgeous piece, and it means a lot to us as one of the first pieces of art we collected together.
We asked our friend who works at a framing shop if she could dress up our new acquisition. We wanted to spare no expense: archival everything; wood frame...the works. In exchange for the fabulous job she did, I drew a portrait of her dearly departed cat, Moose.
I had spent several evenings in Moose's genial company. I knew her to be a very serene old broad, and-- even more than most cats-- a connoisseur of fine sunshine. I wanted to convey her tranquility and recreate the contented expression that we loved about her.