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Today's post features an attempt at a painting of my beloved cat, Flynny. Flynny sadly passed away late last year and since then, my children have been asking me to paint him so that they'll be able to remember him always.
I still miss Flynny every day as he was a very big part of my life for a long time. Flynny and I shared the ups and downs of life and I'll never forget how during some of my darkest hours over the years, he just seemed to know and would bring me great comfort by sitting on my lap or by sleeping at my feet in bed. Just before he passed away, Flynny spent a series of nights sleeping on each and every person in my family's bed. One night it was on my bed at my feet. The next night, by my husband's feet. After that my eldest child, the night after that my middle child and lastly my youngest son. At the time I thought it was amusing as he usually preferred to sleep on a sofa or in a box, rather than on our beds. I can recall making a comment about him "Sure sharing himself around!".
When he suddenly took so ill after the last night of sleeping on our beds, I think it was because he realised that he didn't have long and wanted one last goodbye with each of us. That's the sort of cat Flynny was. Sweet. Unusual (the only cat I've ever met who had a green bean addiction). Lovably cranky. Mine.
Because of this, I haven't felt ready to try and paint him until now. Maybe you can understand.
After four or five hours' work using my pastels and claire fontaine pastel mat, here is the finished painting of my cranky boy (he didn't used to take kindly to being woken up from a sleep - fancy that!):
I'm not sure how well he's turned out. I have a feeling that I'm wearing the artistic equivalent of beer goggles at the moment and that the simple fact is I haven't done him justice.
Still, I guess if I don't try to paint him then I'll be sure to never get a good painting of him, right? And each time I try to paint him means one step closer to creating the perfect painting of him, right? (Goodness, what's up with all my insecure commentary today? I have no idea where that came from - sorry about that! Must be the reminiscing.)
Regardless of whether this painting has worked or not, I really enjoyed spending some time thinking about my furry baby today. While I'll miss him always, I'm glad that he was mine and I'll fondly remember him always.
Thanks for stopping by - I'll be sure to post again soon!
Kate
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Today's post features an attempt at a painting of my beloved cat, Flynny. Flynny sadly passed away late last year and since then, my children have been asking me to paint him so that they'll be able to remember him always.
I still miss Flynny every day as he was a very big part of my life for a long time. Flynny and I shared the ups and downs of life and I'll never forget how during some of my darkest hours over the years, he just seemed to know and would bring me great comfort by sitting on my lap or by sleeping at my feet in bed. Just before he passed away, Flynny spent a series of nights sleeping on each and every person in my family's bed. One night it was on my bed at my feet. The next night, by my husband's feet. After that my eldest child, the night after that my middle child and lastly my youngest son. At the time I thought it was amusing as he usually preferred to sleep on a sofa or in a box, rather than on our beds. I can recall making a comment about him "Sure sharing himself around!".
When he suddenly took so ill after the last night of sleeping on our beds, I think it was because he realised that he didn't have long and wanted one last goodbye with each of us. That's the sort of cat Flynny was. Sweet. Unusual (the only cat I've ever met who had a green bean addiction). Lovably cranky. Mine.
Because of this, I haven't felt ready to try and paint him until now. Maybe you can understand.
After four or five hours' work using my pastels and claire fontaine pastel mat, here is the finished painting of my cranky boy (he didn't used to take kindly to being woken up from a sleep - fancy that!):
I'm not sure how well he's turned out. I have a feeling that I'm wearing the artistic equivalent of beer goggles at the moment and that the simple fact is I haven't done him justice.
Still, I guess if I don't try to paint him then I'll be sure to never get a good painting of him, right? And each time I try to paint him means one step closer to creating the perfect painting of him, right? (Goodness, what's up with all my insecure commentary today? I have no idea where that came from - sorry about that! Must be the reminiscing.)
Regardless of whether this painting has worked or not, I really enjoyed spending some time thinking about my furry baby today. While I'll miss him always, I'm glad that he was mine and I'll fondly remember him always.
Thanks for stopping by - I'll be sure to post again soon!
Kate
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This blog made me cry ...... Wish I'd known d Cranky pants :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Tree Hugger,
ReplyDeleteIt made me cry to write this post too. Flynny was the bestest cat in the whole wide world.
K
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I think that you have done a great job - you have captured well his cat-like cranky personality. He does have a very loving look in his eye as well. I like the background colours and detail in his face and body.
ReplyDeleteYes,I'd have to agree with Darren, the detail is wonderful and his eyes do have that affectionate look about them, love it!
ReplyDeleteYour boys should be very proud & happy to have this permanent reminder.
Thanks guys. I'm going to take Flynny to art class tonight, just to get a little help to fix his little paw and tail - I just feel that something is a little off with this and think I need just a wee bit of help. I'm very glad that you like him though!
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry about Flynn. that's a great painting of him. You've done a marvellous job with it, capturing his spirit :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for your lovely, kind words about my painting. I really appreciate it.
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