|24x32cm, Montval paper|
The watchman of the village thinks that Dashka is his cat as his dog and his chickens are.
But Dashka knows that she is free soul and that she belongs to the world. So all the villagers are allowed from time to time to feed her, pet her and make photos of her. Watchman is also allowed to provide sleeping place for her.
That time (few weeks ago) she allowed my parents to feed her and I was jumping around during the process, trying to make a photo, but every time focus was unfocused and exposure was overexposed.
I decided it was time to negotiate. Dasha, I told her in polite Russian, please. Stand still for one moment, I will make your photo and try to paint a cat from it (as I have never painted cats before).
The free soul stopped, glanced at me, cleaning her cheeks after breakfast, "Do it, Silly!" (and I did), and then left me, slowly and with dignity.