Every time he goes outside, he becomes his own heritage, a wild animal. He represents the suburban animal who is both wild and tame at the same time. I altered his head and paws a bit to bring him into a more domestic cat proportion, and out of the original, more expressionist type. Fairly large scale on cartridge. I swished up a few garden plants for him to prowl in. But really it was just a fun play about with ink. My response was, I think, a little influenced by a far superior cat painting, by William Kentridge that is on the wall of my studio. So they are not really my response to this prompt. But at the same time, they were affectionate and tame. “ Technically these guys once were wild, having been picked up as strays. All of them have now been successfully adopted. Click here to find out more. My lovely foster cat arrived painfully thin, with 4 bouncing babies. They’re often mistreated, often dumped, and the feral population is gigantic, doing enormous damage to our wildlife. We never let anyone tame us and that’s how it should /graemedaly / /in/graeme-daly / /Graeme_Daly / gentlegiant.blog I wanted the photos to feel nostalgic, with a rustic warmness to them and an influx of colour, but also show that we adventured to places like this in all seasons and all weather, where we were free and wild with not a care in the world. Pictured here are photos from the forest taken this past Christmas, where we ran amok often. I still feel like I have that sense of adventure within me, and when it is my birthday this year I am buying myself a bike to find some places that remind me of that time, I might not make hideouts like I used too, but I will be taking photos of places that bring me back to that untamed nature. I feel like I grew up on the precipice of this wild and free way of life, before it started to die out with the younger generation concentrating more on the protective shield of screens. We would cycle into town, put our money together and buy sweets and milkshakes, then cycle back – milkshake in hand and eat our feasts, supported by tree trunks and makeshift wooden slats. We could be heard screaming with joy in this landscape playground that was all around us. The ground on top of hills surrounded by fairy trees was ground down by my cousins and myself, with our bikes fucked into the nearest ditch. When I was younger, I was wild at heart I climbed the highest trees, I made hideouts, I swam in rivers. “With this week’s prompt being “You were once wild here, don’t let them tame you” I instantly thought about being amongst the countryside of Ireland, and surrounded by flora and fauna. Now, with Isadora Duncan’s clarion call for free expression and non-conformity ringing in our hearts and minds, the kick-abouters this week are running wild and free… Arguably, the wunderkammers gathered together by the likes of Ole Worm – our last prompt – represent pure expressions of human curiosity, untamed by such things as order, category, reason, or taxonomy, where the real and the imaginary are given equal footing.
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