What can I say? A playful drawing begged for playful colours! And now the tiny cats are easy to see. UPDATE: See below to really see those kitties!
As usual, Tom saw all kinds of things to inspire his whimsical poetry.
Cotton candy clouds of wine
fill so full the valley cups
to the hill’s soft plimsol line
where the downs go to meet up
with the mysteries of the night
which rise while lovers dance in flight
toward completion, whole and right,
on to dawn’s emergence bright
from behind the hollow hills
where white cats lie nestled deep
practicing their purring skills
until they’re perfect, then they sleep
amidst the sun and shade of trees
while lowing herds cross o’re the leas.
image (c) 2017 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2017 TJ Radcliffe
Beautiful work, Hilary!!
Love the colors 💕
Thank you! 😊
I would never have seen the cats if you hadn’t mentioned them haha. Pleasant discovery. Each of them has a very cute individuality.
Hahaha I’m not surprised! They really are tiny. Even the largest ones are only about 1/4″ in the longest direction. Glad you like them!
i think i’m going blind or senile. can’t see no darned cats.
the whole piece looks fuzzy and out of focus… (is that me?)
At the center there is a large pink flower and around it you will see a circle with white spots. Zoom in on it and you’ll see those are actually little cats 🙂
As Max said! There are tiny white cats at the foot of each tree. Maybe it isn’t so clear on whatever you are viewing it on. I will make an enlargement of part of the mandala and update just for you! OK likely a lot of people can’t see them! 😉
Hopefully it is better now! I have updated with a detail. 🙂
Much clearer, thank you!
You are welcome!
It does make me wonder if I should post higher res images even though what I am posting these days is quite a bit higher res than when I started blogging years ago. Something to consider!