These guys along with their siblings and cousins live in the field beside Welcome Home Retreat in Weatherford, Texas.
There's something very comforting about a cow... and painting a cow.
After I've painted something stressful (like a person) or something not of my choosing (like a commission), I find that my next painting is a cow.
If I'm stuck and don't know what else to paint, my go-to subject is a cow. I think I like the flow of their structure - although that sounds ridiculous now that I read it.
Maybe I like how they stare out of the canvas at me and say, "What!?"
Maybe it's my upbringing. We always had cows on our farm... Hmmm... but I didn't like them then. They were super annoying to me as a kid and teenager. The pooped in the field where we liked to have cookouts. They got out of the fence and had to be rounded up and put back at the most inopportune times, like Sunday morning or Christmas Day or the afternoon of Homecoming or Prom.
I remember how my dad would "talk" to them with a soothing kind of monotone voice "Sooo.... Suk... Suk... Suk... Sooo... Suk... Suk... and they would be interested, come closer. They weren't particularly friendly like pets. But... they were always there... a part of my life.
I'm pretty sure that these guys came to me because they were used to their farmer who I'm guessing stops by each afternoon to count them, talk in a soothing voice to them, and probably (most importantly to their demeanor) toss out some grain or hay.
Cows know their farmers; farmers know their cows. I hope he gets to see his longhorns on the canvas one day. I wonder if he'd recognize them! :)
I wonder if these little longhorns will get to be on a canvas one of these days... We'll see... But, I'm committed to do a sunflower next. :)
























