The goat had been bothering me. When I was laying it out, it seemed overwhelming to paint it in to adult scale. In a series featuring relatively small animals, a real goat seemed huge. For weeks, I left it under the premise that it was a baby goat. The goat actually owned by the woman in the portrait is much, much larger, but if I rarely worry about an exact human likeness, why fret over a goat? It's the painting that matters-- its truth trumps nature. Well, it was a cute goat, and if unblemished beauty has a rough time making the cut in one of my paintings, cuteness doesn't stand a chance. It's still not to actual scale, but I'm satisfied with the compromise--currently.
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God, you make me laugh.
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