I draw her, paint her, and never tire of looking at her. Very simply, her form delights me and softens my outlook. She is the something I gladly return to, over and over again. Does she share my ardor? I think she is hungry...but it sure feels like love.
Just now, I said, "Camilla!"and she gave me this look. Can you decipher it? Boredom, fatigue...it is very early in the morning. A few minutes later, she stretched out upstairs on an office bed and is sound asleep while I chronicle her. She's the smart one!
Yesterday, it was watercolor, ink, and crayon time...from a photograph, I tried to "get at" the partial lean, the series of ovals, the fur that looks purple at times. If these studies don't turn out, and many do not, I just throw them away and start anew. I never tire of Camilla's beauty.
she doesn't look
as blue or purple...but then,
this is a new day!
April 26, 2010