Yes, there is a painting in there somewhere.
I’ve been doing a lot of paintings in which the paint is poured onto the canvas and dripped or swirled, so they have to dry flat. The first (and last) time I left one on my table to dry overnight turned into a bit of a debacle…to say the least. Marcel, one of my lovely cats, and a budding painter in his own right it turns out, jumped up on the table, walked through my wet painting, across the table, and onto the back of my recliner. (This in spite of an elaborate “trap” I had made with soda cans and wire, which used to work until he somehow learned to outsmart it!)
So now my furniture has permanent paint splotches and even a few distinct paw prints, like this one on the chair.
I really love the composition, with the one red pad in between the blue. I’m telling you–he has potential!
Here he is looking guilty. (Uh-huh.)
Since then, I’ve been drying my paintings in the only totally cat-inaccessible places I can find–mostly on cookie sheets slid onto the tops of the books on my bookshelves. (Oh, the joys of living in a small NYC apartment!) But last night, I painted myself into a corner, as it were, and finished a painting with liquid acrylics right before I went to bed. I was really happy with how it looked, and there was no way to move it without shifting the paint and losing the patterns I had achieved. Hence the makeshift fence around the painting. I’m happy to report that this time I awoke to find my painting unscathed!
Oh, and here’s a sneak peek at the painting itself. As you can see, it’s VERY wet. That shape in the lower middle is a reflection of the camera and my arm.
I’ll post it in its final form once it dries and I get it glazed and varnished.