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Pangur Bán

4/27/2020

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"Pangur Bán" - mixed media on wood panel (baltic birch, uncradled) 24" x 24" x ,5".  Ready to hang (back has been pre-wired for hanging).  Available for purchase  here and at Artfinder.  Available for rental at getthegallery.com

Pangur, white Pangur, How happy we are 
Alone together, scholar and cat
Each has his own work to do daily;
For you it is hunting, for me study. 
Your shining eye watches the wall;
My feeble eye is fixed on a book.
You rejoice, when your claws entrap a mouse; 
I rejoice when my mind fathoms a problem.
Pleased with his own art, neither hinders the other; 
Thus we live ever without tedium and envy.
 - PANGUR BÁN, English translation by W. H. Auden


Wonder Mike and I often sit together and ponder the cats.   It is no surprise one showed up in the art.  Which sent me hunting for poetic cats.  Which led me to Pangur Bán, a 9th century Irish poem.
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Pangur Bán
Our cats are not hunting mice (flies, perhaps.  And lint.) but mostly neither hinders the humans (though the dog feels free to bother everyone).  Highly adept at social distancing, these inscrutable beasts manage to live their days without much input from the rest of us, apparently without tedium.  We cross paths throughout the house, sometimes interacting, sometimes without as much as a glance.

So in peace our task we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.

  - PANGUR BÁN, translated from the Irish by Robin Flower
Here's a little something else inspired by the poem...I wonder what the cats would think?  

About the painting:  this began as an abstract, with a composition of low saddled darks and a misty sky.  But the shapes began to take on a whimsical feel, so when the cat decided to sun in the studio window, well, she ended up in the art.  Acrylic, water-based inks, colored pencil and a wee bit of faerie dust.
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Carl Stoveland
4/27/2020 01:21:30 pm

Jen.
That is so so good!

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jen
4/27/2020 04:20:00 pm

Carl! Yay! Thanks a bunch! (Peanut and Norbit say "thanks", too!)

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Dotty Seiter link
4/27/2020 02:37:40 pm

Absolutely majestic, Jen. Commanding. Balance of contrasts is exquisite—power/restraint, precision/meander, realism/whimsy, definition/mystery.

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And a new photo of you, too! Bonus!

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jen
4/27/2020 04:21:13 pm

Dotty! Thank you!!!!!! Woot! I am tucking your comments into my joy pocket. xo

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Carol Edan link
4/28/2020 03:29:17 am

Stunning! I feel Indian influence! Beautiful robe!

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jen
4/30/2020 12:56:14 pm

Carol! Thank you! This one took on an exotic feel toward the last layers....yum.

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