Purple Cows - Saved From Oblivian
Post #634
‘Til The Cows Come Home
Oil Pastel Painting Size 10 x 22
Framed Size 16 x 28
So you may or may not remember a few months back I did some house cleaning and pulled out a bunch of junk paintings that for one reason or another I considered failed works. Most were torn up into itty-bitty bits and then sent off to the landfill. (Sometimes I like to make a bonfire - you know roast a few marshmellows over failed creativity)
At any rate, I pulled this painting out as I thought it had potential. Not sure how exactly. I thought I may go in and rework it or perhaps I would simply start all over with the same premise. But then as you know life got … complex, so the piece quite literally has sat on my drafting table untouched (unless you count the Budda walking back and forth across it) since like June.
A week or so ago someone (who shall remain nameless since she has no idea I’m blogging about it) came in and fell in love with it. I explained it was destined for … well … not sure what for, but I clearly did not consider it one of my finer works.
She didn’t care. She loved it and wanted to buy it for a gift. When asked would I sell it … umm yeah, you can guess the answer.
What makes me smile though is she totally embraced the wild purples (in fact that was its selling point) and we framed it in a purple frame, because you know one can never have enough purple.
And now that I got it all framed up … I’m loving it too. I haven’t decided if I’m going to scan it and make prints yet, but I think its a real possibility at this point.
What do ya’ll think? Should I make prints?
NOTE: Sorry the photo is so crappy. I took the pic with poor lighting and just didn’t feel like working too hard in photoshop to make it look right. Perhaps I’ll try the photo again because the purple frame really does match the cattle and for some reason it isn’t reading that way in this pic.









What I love about “Izzy” is her expression and her wild hair-do. (Oh, and also the fact that she has a name and not a number on her ear tag. For some reason I perceive named livestock as more loved, than numbered ones.) This photo was taken of a small local herd in early spring. So she still has much of her wild and woolly winter coat. She is also very pregnant and I think that may have something to do with her expression.









