Fatty wants to pose

The other day I finished a new painting (the one seen here). I was trying to photograph it for my website when my fat, lazy cat Ophelia came over to see what was going on. Her name is Ophelia, true, but we shortened it to Oph, and then fittingly to Loaf. Now she rarely gets up from wherever she plants herself in the morning. Maria and I will leave for work at 7:15 in the morning and Loaf will be laying on the table; we'll get home at 5:30 that evening and she's still laying there. Not only that, but she'll stay there for hours longer...everyday. So now that you have an idea of her energy level you can imagine my surprise when I saw her trot into the viewfinder of my camera. She just sat there, by my painting, looking proud, confident, alive. I zoomed the camera out a little and noticed she was, in her own lazy way, mirroring the sculpture to the right of the painting. It was too funny. On one side, the epitome of elegance, beauty and female form that has inspired the world of art like maybe no other work. Yet, on the other side was my fat, lazy, confused cat. Maybe she thought I was throwing a hot party. It's like she just woke up from her marathon nap only to stumble into MTV's The Grind. "Where am I and why am I here?" is maybe what she asked herself. Maybe not. As fast as she entered my camera frame was as fast as she left. Back to her eternal slumber, back to the table, back to her own party.