This week-end has quenched my thirst for art. Being in the city versus the ranch has made it a challenge to devote time to painting. I find it tempting to visit places that were too distant for the last 18 years. Yesterday we were able to check out the works of Porfirio Salinas at the Witte Museum.There are about 30 of his landscapes on exhibit at the new Texas Heritage Museum. It was amazing to see these oil paintings in a wonderful setting and be able to get inches away to absorb the textures and hues of his work. He sold his first painting when he was in the 3rd grade to his art teacher. Another fact I discovered was that another artist paid Porfirio $5.00 per canvas to paint his bluebonnets for him….if this is true, I can totally relate. This painting of our Longhorn Mesquite Joe was much easier to paint than the one of him with all the sunflowers in the background. The tiny ones at the top are almost done, but will I ever finish them ? I would much rather paint another Cactus Jack sans the wildflowers!!!A big fat stick of pastel and I am done…..
“How long do pig’s live?”I was asked a time or two. I am not an authority on pigs, but I read somewhere that 15 was a long life for a pig. My Miss Piggy was 13 years old when she died a few weeks ago.She was a micro miniature pig. They are not supposed to ever be more than 10 pounds. I would guess she made it to 210 by the time she was full grown. If kept to a strict diet, she may have been a little less hefty. Portion control has never been an asset of mine when it comes to feeding my pets. It was especially hard when we had 30 acres of peanuts growing in a field for her dining pleasure. “I thought musta been a herd a them feral hogs” Our farmer friend commented. Nope, I said, just one not so miniature pig. The ruts in the field caused by her munching were making it a challenge even for the large tractors to navigate. The last few years, she had slowed down a lot. No more late night visits to the neighbor’s ranch and no more trying to hump buckets. When we left the ranch, Miss Piggy did not want to leave. She squealed like crazy. She was the last to go.I was so worried about who was going to take care of her. I thought it should only be me. We were so fortunate to have a wonderful family who graciously offered to take her along with the rest of the menagerie. One thing that I will always be grateful for, also, I was able to be with her to say good bye for the last time and that made it all ok. She did not suffer.”No offense Mom, but Peggy was taking better care of her than you could give her” Peyton said and I agreed. Breaking the news to Christopher was hard. “Well, did you have pork chops, or what?” He tenderly asked.