Portrait of a Dead Cat No 2
66 x 76 cms 1998
For Sale from my Studio
My husband shot the cat, hunting in our scrub. It was at a time when people had started to declare, care-lessly, that all feral cats should be killed, so I particularly wanted to paint this second, very dead, cat in a sort of memento frame, as if it is hanging on a wall. The pity and the squalor of it all.
The landscape reflected in the brass (using the same brass surround as The Fat Lady Sings) was the view from my studio window.