Saturday, February 20, 2016

Untitled 59 (oil + cold wax)

Untitled 59.  Oil and cold wax on museum panel.  10" x 30".   
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First new painting in a long time.

I've given up trying to figure out all my technology problems for the moment--the main problem being that I can't access or post my older photos. But since I finally did a few new paintings, I can post them.
Things are still tough, but so far we're all hanging in.

Mojito is turning ten next month. I can't believe how fast the time goes. He's my best friend, my protector, and my baby. I need him so much, and I really hope he has some good years still ahead of him.

Gadjo is doing well lately. The med he's on does quite a good job at controlling his (probably due to being a purebred Siamese) anxiety, and the anxiety is partly what triggers the FHS, so he is experiencing very little FHS anymore, which is wonderful. Nowadays usually the only time it's triggered is when the gray cat from the next building comes and menaces him through the window. That cat infuriates Gadjo to no end. And infuriates me too, because it literally tries to attack Gadjo through the windows. As you can imagine, this is mostly a summer problem, when there's only a screen between them.

Fennie is...busy being Fennie. Lots of napping in his daily agendas, but lately he's become quite active and kittenish (read: hyper) every evening. When your "kitten" weighs close to 20 pounds in a small apartment, it's kind of annoying.

Rumi (who is also doing surprisingly well lately--it's possible that the B12 shots I was taught to give him at the vet are what's really helping him--he's put some weight back on) loves to bug everyone. He is so sweet and funny and endearing, but he adores being a pain, especially when it comes to purposely sitting right in Mojito's favorite spots (and trying to trip people when they walk). 

Mojito really wanted to lay his head down, but Rumi was in the way (and Rumi knew it). Finally Mojito just said screw it, I'm laying down anyway. Rumi was mildly squished and didn't look super comfortable, but stayed there quite a while out of sheer obnoxiousness. He's such a little marshmallow clown.

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