Cat life Wall Art
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Juvenile Amur Leopard “Milena” surveys her realm from a comfy high spot. Marwell Zoo, Hampshire, England.
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Sales of this Design? – 1 sale so far :) / />Framed Print / / Mounted Print Pilgrimage / mixed media production on paper, ink, pastel, charcoal and acrylic Pilgrimage is about our passage through life, the boat represents the vehicle by which she travels, the wise animal represents the voice of wisdom, the bare tree represents a brand new slate on which to write each day, the crown speaks of how special each individual is. Pearls represent the tears of the moon and remind us that life may not be easy and we all struggle. The lotus represents strength through love. The daisies are for simplicity. The bindi is for spiritual insight. The red sky at night is a sailor’s delight…for a red sky at night indicates smooth seas on the morrow! As a fisherman’s daughter, I have witnessed the strange phenomena of a red sky numerous times….always turns out to be calm on the water next day – a great indicator.. red skies are a great indicator of smooth sailing ahead / Customers are welcome to email enquiries to karintaylor@exemail.com.au
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playing in photoshop with my “agonie si extaz” / w…..webb can mean lots of things…. background: resurgere, of course: http://resurgere.deviantart.com/
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Another one from my Cat Period / The flowers were a still life from my / kitchen windowsill Watercolour Pencil on Heavy Cartridge
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I think we all agree, it’s not easy being an artist….this is a reflection of me, my life. You can also visit my ZAZZLE gallery for more products:
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In the 90’s I did mostly cats and cat commissions / I have recently been asked to do a commission for / a friend and am a bit nervous after 10 years or so. / These new uploads are the only copies I have from / that period. / They are not great quality but I thought I would share / to see what you guys thought xxx Watercolour Pencil on Heavy Cartridge
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Another one from my Cat Period- / The African objects were inspired / by a Kaffe Facett Tapestry and the / Fruit and Paint Brushes were from / my house. Watercolour Pencil on Heavy Cartridge
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What-not shelf with collage of extracts from some of my pictures. I originally shot the shelf at a Brussels flea market in black & white.
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Sorrow of Indian Summer She asked if I had any memories / I lie and utter yes, a couple. / How sad that must be for you, / I lie and utter no. / Do you miss her, / I lie and utter no. / Is the soul swallowing darkness / deep within my icey gaze / not transparent enough? / It is so sad, I am so sorry for you, / I lie and utter thanks. / Dead is dead, matters not how, or why, or who. / Once gone, forgotten or not, / dead is dead, woman or beast, / least of least, rest in peace.
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Done in pen & pencil. i wanted to add words, but thought it might ruin the picture. i wanted Father Grim Reaper tell his daughter Azmerelda that Rex the Dog’s ear is falling off, & she needs to resew it back on . And Azmerelda says “Yes, Father”. Anyway, the sewing jobs on Rex, the Cat Sparky & Glomp the Rat aren’t very clear, Azmerelda sews ears on them since they are skeletons they would not normally have ears
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DETAIL: “The Studio & Spirits Dream” Oil on Canvas. / I spent the last decade uprooted and on the road. I landed in a barn for awhile on a millionaire’s horse ranch, eventually turning the tack room into a studio that was liveable, enabling me to move out of the ranch’s bunkhouse (12 X 12 foot room with sink) and take up barn residence. It was a wonderful place for 4 years with horse pasture – about 200 occupants – out the door. Goats, sheep, mule named Corizon and Rambo the Ram in stalls and paddock on the other side, the Santa Lucia range all misty , mooned, sunned, gusted, and Milky Wayed before me. And it was the first functional studio I’d had in years. I wrote. And I painted. / This dream, this studio I painted there, is crowded with things I loved and hadn’t seen in ages, stored on the other side of America. Over filled with people I’d loved who’d died. With animals alive and not, who still owned my heart. With a chair from my twenties that no longer existed and the dream of my own bed again where such dreams could populate my nights. The cats who survived the move from Brooklyn then to Virginia’s wilderness then across country are on my bed, and some who departed before we got there, here too. My wonderful chocolate Lab – Rodin – is on alert at the bed’s end. A woodstove I’d seen once that would restore life to this heatless barn (I eventually got a kerosene heater). Some of my many thousands of books I carry with me that prop up my life are here, and all the intimate angels swinging through the undone work, the ready easel, the heart’s workplace. The Hawks Perch
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Amur Leopard keeping a lookout for a tasty tourist or perhaps a nice juicy long lens! Marwell Zoo, Hampshire, England.
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Another Commission for someone on Gaia. This one if I remember correctly took a very very long time, but I think I did it either earlier this year or last year. Either way I still like it. Other Print Options: /
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This is Vishnu the Snow Leopard when he was a youngster, just flaking out after a session of tormenting his mother. Below is a shot of how he looks a few months on…
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Narrow street in Old Town Arles, France
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An old photo but I thought I’d dig it out of the archives for you. This is a young Amur Tiger named Zambar (left) admiring his father (Gamin)’s nice sharp gnashers. The next moment Zambar put his head in Gamin’s mouth, but as typically happens, I ran out of space on my flashcard! :o(
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I think this may be the first ocelot “photo” to be uploaded onto RB (at least all I found in the search was some lovely portraits by Dawn Davies). Ocelots aren’t willing models as they seem to sleep all day, but I persevere. The ocelots originate from South America but numbers in the wild are very low due to hunting for their fur and habitat destruction. This ocelot lives at Marwell Zoo, England.
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Vishnu, the Snow Leopard, when he was a youngster, at Marwell Zoo.
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WILD & FREE / / This leopard was really hard to see while it rested deep inside a large bush. I was lucky enough to get this shot with nothing covering the eye! / / (Samburu National Park – Kenya) / / / >< / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
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This was taken at the Wild Life Heritage Foundation in Kent, UK. It is a centre that is used to help with rare breeds and breeding programs, education on the animals etc. This was taken on a 1 day photo course run by wild life photographer Chris Weston.
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This little fellow is only 3-4 weeks old. We found him in our neighbor’s bushes,crying pitifully for his mommy. Someone had thrown him in there, since our neighborhood has no strays. He spent a few weeks with us, grew strong and confidient and then moved in with a loving family.
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A beautiful African Cheeta. Was very lucky to get this close. The natural mechanics of these powerful cats bodies leaves me aw struck every time.
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... and now for something completely different … Old shot of Zambar the Amur Tiger, chilling out at Marwell Zoo.
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Finally the whole picture in one frame. This one’s for you, billyboy. “The Studio & Spirits Dream” Oil on Canvas. / I spent the last decade uprooted and on the road. I landed in a barn for awhile on a millionaire’s horse ranch, eventually turning the tack room into a studio that was liveable, enabling me to move out of the ranch’s bunkhouse (12 X 12 foot room with sink) and take up barn residence. It was a wonderful place for 4 years with horse pasture – about 200 occupants – out the door. Goats, sheep, mule named Corizon and Rambo the Ram in stalls and paddock on the other side, the Santa Lucia range all misty , mooned, sunned, gusted, and Milky Wayed before me. And it was the first functional studio I’d had in years. I wrote. And I painted. / This dream, this studio I painted there, is crowded with things I loved and hadn’t seen in ages, stored on the other side of America. Over filled with people I’d loved who’d died. With animals alive and not, who still owned my heart. With a chair from my twenties that no longer existed and the dream of my own bed again where such dreams could populate my nights. The cats who survived the move from Brooklyn then to Virginia’s wilderness then across country are on my bed, and some who departed before we got there, here too. My wonderful chocolate Lab – Rodin – is on alert at the bed’s end. A woodstove I’d seen once that would restore life to this heatless barn (I eventually got a kerosene heater). Some of my many thousands of books I carry with me that prop up my life are here, and all the intimate angels swinging through the undone work, the ready easel, the heart’s workplace. The Hawks Perch / www.hawksperch.com
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