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<title><![CDATA[They thought I was their Mum]]></title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 00:09:18 +0000</pubDate>
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Art is an adventure, I tell you!  Drawing from life is a special sub-section of marvelous things ]]></description>
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<p>Art is an adventure, I tell you!  Drawing from life is a special sub-section of marvelous things artists do.  Drawing animals from life is the super challenge.  In this case I got more than just an artistic experience for my troubles.</p>
<p>I was staying the summer in the small town where my parents live, and I decided to paint chicks after learning that the local feed store had a supply of bitties.  So, I arrived at the store, examined the chicks and asked if I could borrow some for a few hours because I wanted to draw them -- you know, as though they get this request every day.  I said I'd pay for the birds, but could I get some of the money back upon their return?  How much is chick rental, anyway?</p>
<p>Well, nice people in small Southern towns rent chicks to artists for free.  They told me to bring the birds back when I was finished and "have a good time."  So, off I went. </p>
<p>Back at the house I found a large mental tub where they could hop around.  The silvery metal would provide a good background color.  So I began to paint.</p>
<p>But from time to time, I had various distractions call me into other rooms of the house, and I'd leave my paints for a few minutes.  Each time I left the room:  "Cheep, cheep, cheep!" I'd hear the chicks' frantic call that <em>momma</em> was gone.  I reappear, and they'd hush.  I'd leave. They started calling me again: "Mother, come back!"</p>
<p>Here's the painting of my brood.  I returned them to the store as promised.  Of course it was necessary that they leave the nest someday.   I hope that they turned out well as they made their way in the world.  And I hope sometimes they think kind things of me, too, their Mum for a day.</p>
<p>(You know, I was a mother cat once too.  Ironic, ain't it.)</p>
<p>[Top of the post:  <em>Four Chicks in a Tub</em>, by Aletha Kuschan, oil on panel]</p>
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