Look. It’s the Moss girls from 1963. Shortly before we left California and moved to Greece.
Yesterday I did some quick sketch studies in gouache of some old family photos.
Otto & Iris look full grown in photos and video, but they aren’t. They’re just teeny tiny itty bitty kitties. In my quest to find the allergens that are plaguing them, I’ve stopped chicken and switched to pork & rabbit. I love the Smallbatch (California & Oregon) raw frozen pork medallions and the Tuckers (from Wisconsin) pork & pumpkin. by that I mean, it seems like good stuff and they gobble it up. I also feed Stella & Chewy’s freeze-dried rabbit morsels. 20 years ago we didn’t have all of these commercial raw options for our little carnivores, but now we do.
I’ve also added Penguin salmon-flavored CBD oil after careful research about reducing inflammation in cats, stepped up the dusting and mopping in case it’s a dust mite allergy, and done every single other thing possible to mitigate symptoms. Back to the vet on Friday with Iris who had 2 biopsies last week plus a battery of tests. They are both eating and playing well and for the moment jungle drums have receded into the carefree background of summer living.
Whatever is causing the distress will either disappear on its own or from some combination of the remedies of Detective Moss. I’m reluctant to use steroid injections. Sometimes we never get to the very bottom of the bottom of our various maladies, do we? But we can take the hamster wheel out of our heads and leave out with the recycling for someone else to claim.
Continuing with my timed Greek statue exercises after the Zoom.
41 mammals showed up including myself and sister. I enjoyed seeing everyone and putting names to faces so much. I didn’t read through the chat transcripts thoroughly so if you had a message for me, I probably missed it. Thanks for sharing your work afterwords. It’s my favorite part where I can pause for a moment and get a good look at you, your backgrounds, the objects you sketched, and your sketches. I can watch and listen to you talk in your natural habitat. I’m so very curious since I’ve never had a peek at your world. Since 2007, the camera is always flipped in the other direction towards me.
From my perspective, this act of live streaming in a private space is profound.
I look forward to seeing you again on Saturday 10 a.m. Pacific Daylight Time.
By the way, if you say something and I don’t catch it, just repeat it. Don’t be shy. I’m just awful at keeping track of all the moving parts. Carol, my co-pilot will be working this Saturday so she won’t be in attendance, but she’ll be back for the 3rd session the following Sunday. If you join late while we’re in the middle of a painting session you might have to wait in the waiting room for awhile. Be patient. I’ll get to you eventually.
Also remember to rename yourself. This week if you put your location also I would love that (Otto – Los Angeles CA) I just love knowing where you live. Google to find out how if you don’t know. Without a co-pilot I may not be able to help you rename yourself on Saturday, but I will try!
I’m in awe of mornings. Especially when there is a delicious marine layer keeping everything cocooned in a gauzy coolness. Going for my morning walks is such a joy. After such a long grueling school year I am so grateful for this summer break.
Otto & Iris were sleeping during the entire ZOOM. But afterwards they leaped on my art table and demanded to know what had happened without their knowledge.
From Sunday’s session…
That’s all the news that’s fit to print. I’ll just be here poking in the garden, porch sitting, reading, cat wrangling, and admiring my completely unfilled calendar. The only place I need to be is HERE. NOW.
Except I might go to Foster Freeze later and get a chocolate-dipped waffle cone.
Keep me informed of your days and your ways.