Yes, that’s my darling boy, Picasso. I was in the mood to try something challenging and it sure was! I chose that fabric because the designs had elements that echoed the curl of Picasso’s tail and the leaves of the roses. The roses had all wilted and gotten crispy before I could finish painting them, so I had to use my imagination. The first time I ever painted rose leaves, I thought it was torture; now I don’t mind at all. They hold still — which is better than most other things.
In case you missed it, Picasso was a tiny baby when I picked him up from the middle of the road about 14 years ago. He’s grown up to be the smartest, most loyal cat ever. And still going strong!
Margie Guyot Art 