Meet the girls. Left to right are Daisy, Bossy, and Maisie. Daisy and Maisie are sisters, Bossy is their mother. Do you see a family resemblance?
I finally finished my enormous cow painting. The canvas is five feet wide by four feet high. These are some gargantuan animals.
I’ve been wrestling with these three beasts since before Thanksgiving. Bossy and Maisie came together quickly. But Daisy, on the left, eluded me. (For more about that see my April 5 post Bovine Belly Aching)
I got so frustrated with Daisy I hung up my brushes and moved on to other things. However, last weekend was a community garage sale. I paint in the garage so the herd needed to relocate.
The problem was Maisie. She was greedily taking up way too much space. I refused to start over–I just wanted the damn critters DONE.
Jim had witnessed my dissatisfaction and made a suggestion. “Why don’t you print out several copies and sketch the third cow. Maybe you can get the composition right.”
I should have thought of that. I was so busy slashing and burning, painting over the stupid creature, my brain was fried. I took his advice and did it one better. I opened a photo of the canvas in Photoshop and dropped a third cow into image, thereby making a useful reference.
At the end of the day I chose to have Daisy entering the scene stage left. I then created the illusion of a bit more Maisie. At long last Daisy, Bossy and Maisie live on our kitchen wall. A neighbor asked what kind of cows they are. I replied, “Pink Nosed Brown Cows.”
The little I know about cows I learned from friend JR Robertson. He has a herd of White Park cows on his Missouri farm. When we visited JR he put me on his ATV and took me to meet cattle. JR wasn’t wearing shoes. He hadn’t intended to climb off. As we approached the cows he asked if I’d like to feed one.
You bet I wanted to feed cows! In his stocking feet JR traipsed through cow patties to get food pellets.
This cow is named Panda. Panda has a long slimy black tongue. I’d hold a pellet out and she’d shove her face into mine and glop my fingers. It was kind of disgusting in a marvelous giggly way.
JR will be visiting us on Memorial Day. I’ll introduce him to our brood. Perhaps he’ll decide to add a few pink nosed brown cows to his herd!