Well, gender, to be more accurate. (But I got your attention, didn’t I!)
The other day, following a couple of puddle incidents, I booked the kittens in for neutering. This is another term for castrating MALE animals. Removal of FEMALE organs is known as spaying.
So, in preparation for this unseemly ordeal, they were denied breakfast today. And, believe me, that in itself was something of a trial. They were shut in a bathroom, howling piteously. Rusty scoffed his breakfast, then looked about, puzzled as to why there were no thieves. And nothing for him to steal!
Made alternative transport arrangements for The Man tonight. Put the “boys” in a cat crate and headed for the vet’s.
The vet (not the vet from whom I got these “boys”) weighed them, had a bit a of a feel and a look for the supposed masculine attributes. “This one’s a girl,” he said of Geiger. “And this one’s a girl,too.” He handed Sporran back to me.
So…I’ll take the girls back in a month to be spayed. I suppose the names are sufficiently “unisex.”
No, an artist cannot price his work by the time taken to execute it. And in the case of printmakers, there are still many people “out there” who think a print should be cheaper because it’s not an original. “I’ve got a $3.50 tea towel with Mona Lisa on it; why should I pay $100 for a black-and-white print of a flower?”
We do try to explain the difference, but it’s not always easy!
And for illustrators, there is a double whammy of deadlines. I found it hard enough, sometimes, when I had to meet deadlines for written pieces . Imagine the agony of having to re-do an entire illustration because of a spilled water trough. Or an ink splodge where you can’t possibly “disguise” it. Or because it’s the middle of winter and the power has gone off.
Be honest now, have you ever given deep consideration to the work that must have gone into the “pictures” in that book you bought? Did you imagine the artist, hunched over the drawing board or standing for hours at the easel? Perhaps, like me, you looked at the detail, the fine brushwork, the subtle cross-hatching and thought: “Gee! I wish I could do that!”
As I was typing that last sentence, the sky darkened and I’ve had to switch on a light. Times like this, I have great admiration for chaps like Chaucer and Shakespeare and Dickens!
And even greater appreciation of illustrators’ work.
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