Monday, July 20, 2009
Why not to be a dreamer's cat
A quick rough watercolor painting.
It so happened that I met a timid little cat on the stairway to my floor. I patted her, gently rubbed her head and went away. Her eyes I realized followed me till I had disappeared behind the door. Strangely so, I had a dream that night where I am a kid in a dingy old house with my paintings all over the walls and the little cat I met the same night, sleeping next to me. Don't remember much of the other details but then both of us started floating in the air. When I woke up in the morning, I just couldn't get over the idea of painting this.
So what you see, though is not one of the neatest attempts, but I cherish it nevertheless!