I am a cat person. More cat than person it feels like some days. I understand them and their ways because their ways are my ways.
For example. I’m watchful and curious. I like being at a height; having a good vantage point is always preferable, advantageous and smart. I always when possible go for the best seat in the house. Corners and windows are optimal. I do not like getting wet unless bathing or swimming. Naps are mandatory. Naps in the sun, heavenly.
And on it goes.
Sadly I am allergic still. 99% allergic to cats said the doctor if that makes any sense. The 1% disagrees.
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A remarkable thing is the human foot. Also quite exquisite naked of its flesh. I have a fascination with feet. One theory explains such a fascination with having spent a large amount of time in infancy being at foot level with our caregivers. At such a vantage point they become mythical and unfathomable in their importance. Inscrutable and bewitching.
I found this piece of black wood while doing a beach clean at Shellybanks on the South Wall in Dublin. I was very taken with it so I took it home gave it a wipe and waited for the moment of inspiration. I saw the figure in the wood and brought it out in crayon which I later touched up with acrylic paint.
It is featured in the table selfies post but I wanted to give it its own post because I think it deserves it.
Acrylic and oil pastels on pastel cartridge paper.
I am always interested in exploring the masculine and feminine principles and looking at the dualistic aspect of life and identity. How the unconscious unformed self and the boxy conscious rational acceptable front confront each other. Partners in a dance where toes get trodden on.