Nobody’s Child #41
Perhaps I told you that I painted a cow when the Cow Parade came to Kansas City in 2001? The cow I painted I happily proclaimed as the Celtic kitsch it was - The Cow of Kells.
But I don’t think that I told you that I had submitted 2 designs, and it was the one that wasn’t selected that I really wanted to do.
The design not selected was all various shades of green squares. In submitting the design you also had to include some words. This was that spiel:
Continental Cowscape
From 35′000 feet there’s a majesty about a landscape where mankind has imposed its organization. Perfect squares of North america, the patchwork quilt of European fields, either way - dot the pattern with cows and the purity of the geometry is transformed into a living planet.In March 1999 I left my homeland in Europe, flying over those continental cowscapes, to arrive in Cowtown, and adopt a son. The depiction of squares on a cow reminds me that like my son I too, and perhaps all of us, live on the planet Cow.
“Continental Cowscape” is dedicated to Mr. Moo, aged 4.
Some time after the Cow Parade in Kansas City I used the title, of the cow I never painted, for a painting.
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