Warning: Gratuitous Cat Photos
As the Howling Assistant will attest, Pilates can be brutal. Here she is, stuck over her blubberous expanse of belly. To be fair, she was very sick as a kitten and as a result seems to gain weight no matter what she eats.
She watches from the sofa every morning while I collapse in a heap of quivering, cat-fur-accented jelly. At least she’s entertained.
There was entertainment in abundance in Pawtucket yesterday, where I spotted a new genre of folk art I had not seen before. By the time you strip off the layers of weirdness, you’ve moved through appropriation, jokiness and Post Modernism to sincerity and then I’m not sure quite where you end up. I’ve seen the “historic portraits with cats and dogs” genre before, done well and done poorly, but never anything quite so home-grown as this. I have to agree with my friend that the carpet’s pretty wonderful, and the details captured in he Hitchcock chairs are well-observed. Art’s a curious thing, and observation. It pleased me to find this, and I hope in some way it will please you to see it. We’re strange creatures; enjoy the ride.
The clothing is very well done, the faux tortoise frame on the painting-within-the-painting is excellent. I suspect that some part of you already regrets not buying this “folk art”…
I don’t have room for it, but I wish I did. I’d even consider painting my own, with our cats in it and 1830s hair combs. Every time I look again I find another nice detail. It’s really interesting– doing this painting well took a lot of looking. Informed looking. I like that.
I will whole-heartedly stake myself in the “regret” camp on that painting. It’s marvelous! It desperately needs a new frame, though. Something ornate in a violent shade of green.