Two more paintings from the mountain trip. Cats are always on my mind in some way and I've almost always lived with cats. So I wasn't surprised when this emerged. It took me a while to get the contrast the way I wanted it. In our house it's impossible to work with certain materials downstairs. As the poem The Rumtumtugger Cat says, in T.S. Eliot's Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats "... there's nothing he enjoys like a horrible muddle."
The blue bull is another thing entirely - I have had a few run-ins with bulls, and I like to cross fences and get in the midst of cows, but I don't do it often... So I don't know where he came from.
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Most children have not the strength to be friends with a child who looks strange or is without savoir faire. For many adults this remains impossible. But is it not true, perhaps, that the most generous and interesting people are often joined differently to the world, and their view is not as the rest of us? They are happy or sad for different reasons, reasons that can teach. We have much to learn while we are here, and much to enjoy and share. If we stay in only familiar circles, and stay away from the most unusual possibilities, how much will we have missed?