#119/365 Paintings
Ah, the award winning Charolais cow from Charolles France originally. Very popular in Australia. Beautiful, brown almond shaped eyes and a look on their face that says “I know. I know. I’m gorgeous. But my life is short for my breed, so might as well be pretty and eat well.”
#112/365 Paintings
In my late 20’s I was a workshop fiend. Anywhere a group of people gathered in the name of finding oneself, I was all over it. Once in meditation, a particular group leader asked us to say hello to the inner child. All I saw was a cow. I tried again. Nothing. Just the cow. Of course I thought I was dealing with some embarrassment about being 10 lbs overweight. But this cow was grazing about, munching on hay. At one point she laid down in the sun and scratched her head on her neighbors rump. She curiously poked her head through the fence and got caught, a neighbor came by and helped. I watched this movie for awhile. Very pleasant. When I shared about my inner cow, the group was very helpful (after a good laugh and challenging questions about my avoidance of course). After much discussion the workshop leader thought I needed a break from my current work situation. A sabbatical — to rest and be curious and laze about, soak up the sun, perhaps go to Europe, fall in love, take photos of a few pigeons, let people help me more, etc. Okie, dokie. Great assessment.
Does anyone else have an inner cow? Care to share? I promise not to laugh! Okay, maybe a little.
#96/365 Paintings
Silliness abides when it comes to cow community. Can you imagine how many hours they have to practice? In fact, do cows have imagination hours like we do? You know those hours (or minutes in the case of the human condition) that we let ourselves daydream and giggle a bit? I think maybe cows invent silliness as a daily diet of being a cow. But how would we know? I wanna know. I do, I do.
#94/365 Paintings
I imagine her in an extravagant float of flowers and make shift tin barns. She was the one they couldn’t tag. She is just too pretty and very polite. She’s a milk cow now, winning prizes and money for the farm during parade season. She’s a well honored guest who is adorned with flower crowns and wildflower lei’s.
#93/365 Paintings
I don’t think this cow has ever heard so much coming out of a tiny a creature. A creature under a lb. Given that he weighs quite a bit more, he’s pretty surprised by her uninhibited verbiage. Confusion is the most complex emotion he’s experienced since his birth a couple days ago. I have a feeling he’ll come to respect this bird. He’s quite colorful and more complex than he knows.
Project notes: Collage takes my breath away, and my meals. I can’t tell you how many meals I’ve burned because it’s so consuming. I didn’t think this image would come about. It’s been through several variations. Very close to the recycle pile and then by some stroke of luck it came around.