There she was. At last I had found the one. Although she was not my soul-mate, she was simply, my ultimate and most desirable “subject.” And what a subject she was!
I have heard her bell not far from the medieval arched bridge, exiting Puntid, in the Calnegia valley. I felt absurd, chasing the sound of cow bells. Like the hide and seek game, I was obsessed with trying to figure out where the sound came from. After all, I was already there, on top of the Foroglio Falls. My mission was clear. I had to capture in pencil the biggest oxymoron ever created by me: a cute beast…a live cow!
I slowly moved in to sit as close as I could to the one cow that caught my eye. As she chewed her never ending meal, I quickly grabbed my acrylics and started painting. It was all good till the beast decided she had had enough. “I’ve been hit, something hurts!” My body sprang into action. In a split of a second, I saw myself jump behind a boulder, paints and paper in hand. I was bleeding and feeling like I had just walked into a nightmare!
Once the bruises and shock subsided, I came down the mountain a happy woman.
To say that “the mucca al pascolo,” is my most special piece of art is an under statement! Nevertheless, I think I will stick to painting landscapes over moving, live, subjects.