Roaming Bull
30 cm x 42 cm
Oil on board.
Unframed.
I spent some time observing a herd of cows, led by a black bull, as they grazed. The bull roamed around, occasionally disrupting the group, sometimes managing to coax a cow away. As they got closer, I could hear their chewing and the mud squelching under their weight. Their large eyes curiously watched me at the paddock's edge.
The bull, constantly harassed by flies, would twitch and swing his head, trying to shake them off. Painting the moving herd wasn't easy; I had to study their shapes and tones, working quickly as they shifted positions. Midway through, the herd approached the gate and began mooing loudly, which made me wonder if I had upset them. But soon after, the farmer arrived, and I realized they recognized his truck.
I mentioned the bull, which was a new sight for me. The farmer just shrugged and said, "Yeah, he’s a bloody nuisance." I guessed he wasn't doing his job right.
30 cm x 42 cm
Oil on board.
Unframed.
I spent some time observing a herd of cows, led by a black bull, as they grazed. The bull roamed around, occasionally disrupting the group, sometimes managing to coax a cow away. As they got closer, I could hear their chewing and the mud squelching under their weight. Their large eyes curiously watched me at the paddock's edge.
The bull, constantly harassed by flies, would twitch and swing his head, trying to shake them off. Painting the moving herd wasn't easy; I had to study their shapes and tones, working quickly as they shifted positions. Midway through, the herd approached the gate and began mooing loudly, which made me wonder if I had upset them. But soon after, the farmer arrived, and I realized they recognized his truck.
I mentioned the bull, which was a new sight for me. The farmer just shrugged and said, "Yeah, he’s a bloody nuisance." I guessed he wasn't doing his job right.
30 cm x 42 cm
Oil on board.
Unframed.
I spent some time observing a herd of cows, led by a black bull, as they grazed. The bull roamed around, occasionally disrupting the group, sometimes managing to coax a cow away. As they got closer, I could hear their chewing and the mud squelching under their weight. Their large eyes curiously watched me at the paddock's edge.
The bull, constantly harassed by flies, would twitch and swing his head, trying to shake them off. Painting the moving herd wasn't easy; I had to study their shapes and tones, working quickly as they shifted positions. Midway through, the herd approached the gate and began mooing loudly, which made me wonder if I had upset them. But soon after, the farmer arrived, and I realized they recognized his truck.
I mentioned the bull, which was a new sight for me. The farmer just shrugged and said, "Yeah, he’s a bloody nuisance." I guessed he wasn't doing his job right.
