The Artwork of Crepes: A Gallery

I am dabbling once again in art and wanted to share with you a few of my recent works.

I call this one “Bipetual love” and I have no shame:

"Bipetual Love."

“Bipetual Love.”

Next we have “Nude in a tub”

"Nude in a tub."

“Nude in a tub.”

She also, like me, has no shame.

And finally, I present:

"The Unbearable Lightness of Being without Cody."

“The Unbearable Lightness of Being without Cody.”

This is the aftermath of my receiving Valentine’s gifts from my date Cody from Cat Chat with Caren and Cody. I played with them and then realized I was alone. I believe I have captured the essence of my gravitas in this self portrait. Thank you for the gifts, Cody, and the despair.

What do you think? Do you like my art?

Love,

Crepes.

PS. Don’t forget about the Tree House fundraiser tonight. Come out and meet the CATastrophes team if you’re in Chicago!

 

Photos of Crepes and Frosty Claws

My title may have made you think that there was a chance of seeing photographs of me with the mystical frosty paws. Such is not the case. They are, in fact, two separate items. First, let me regale you with some brand new photos of me! Prepare yourself for greatness. This one, I call:

Relief of the Stump

in which I scratch my itch with my stump...and like it.

in which I scratch my itch with my stump…and like it.

And this one I call:

The Unbearable Lightness of Being Crepes

It's hard to be me.

It’s hard to be me.

And now for the FROSTY CLAWS part.

My friends over at Feral Fixers in Lombard, IL, a group that does great things for taking care of the feral cat population and finding homes for all those little kittens, is having a party! They’re going to have lots of great stuff and would like to cordially invite all of you to attend. Here’s the info!

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Crepes.

A Tale of Three Kitties: Art Critique

Sooo….. let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, Tree House had a fundraiser at a place in Chicago where you can paint and drink wine. Many months ago, the FODs bought tickets to said fundraiser, where they could work with an artist to paint kitties. I mean, not on their fur, but paint a kitty on a canvas, art-like, if you know what I mean. Some arguing ensued when the FODs couldn’t agree upon who was going to paint yours truly. Well, DadFOD won. MomFOD let him paint me, and she decided to paint a portrait of Mrs. Peabody based on a photograph she’d taken that she thought would make a lovely painting. Also, their friend Sara painted Pete, who you may recognized from his role as “Bob” in CHATastrophe.

Let’s take a look at the results, shall we?

Here’s what Sara did:

Sara's painting of Bob.

Sara’s painting of Bob.

Let’s critique this. We have an excellent use of color. The multiple layers of orange are pleasing to the eye against the contrasting blue. Overall, it’s quite a lovely stylized portrait of Bob.

Next, we have MomFOD’s painting of Mrs. Peabody.

Peabody nude.

Peabody nude.

Keeping in mind that they had only one hour to complete these paintings, I’d say Mrs. Peabody has been fairly rendered. Also, she glows like Leroy from The Last Dragon, which is pretty epic in and of itself.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, may I present DadFOD’s painting of me:

 

There are no words.

There are no words.

To which I reply:crepessaywhat

Not only has he gone ahead and removed my front leg, but I seem to be hemorrhaging from the jugular and he’s given me a man’s mustache. Oh, and there’s a space ship. Also, he made me a grey tabby. I’m not grey, although after seeing this painting, I feel pretty blue. A for effort, DadFOD. A for effort.

Does anyone have any art they’d like to share? I’m happy to give you my critique.

Love,

Crepes.

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I’ll never sleep again.