Feline Fine Art Cards.

Feline Fine Art Cards, Original Dozen

This line of Feline Fine Art Cards is 5″ x 7″ , printed on 14 pt. card stock and include a matching envelope, packed in a clear-top white cardboard greeting card box. I find people use these cards for all sorts of greetings, from invitations to parties to friendly hellos and thinking of yous to sympathy at the loss of a pet or even a person. Others have taken their favorites and slipped them into 5″ x 7″ frames for their wall.

  • Cards are blank inside but can be customized with your message for an extra charge.
  • Feline Fine Art Cards assort with all other 5″ x 7″ greeting cards (except custom printed cards) for a quantity discount.
  • Price includes shipping via Priority Mail.

ABOUT THE ARTWORK

These greeting cards are created from paintings of the cats with whom I’ve had the pleasure of sharing my life, spanning about 20 years of painting my cats. It was through observing their feline grace and their individual natures that I found my muse as an artist and finally decided to get down on paper what I saw with my eyes and felt with my heart. There’s a story behind each one.

I’ve included a mix of pastel and watercolor and a mix of styles, from realistic detail to loose impressionistic scenes so you have a choice for all occasions. Cards have only the image on the front, are blank inside, and carry the title of the painting and information about it on the back, you can write inside it whatever you want. Some people purchase them to frame as little prints as well. I design other Feline Fine Art Cards as I create art that works with the set, so browse this section for other individual cards. You can create your own custom set of six or a dozen.

While I render many other subjects now it all began with my cats and the hopeless affection I felt for each of them and all their moods and quirks and manners of affection toward me. This is the gift they gave to me, and I will be forever in their debt, spending a lifetime to pay it off by sharing them with others.

Afternoon Nap

An old cat, a gentleman,
he has found a quiet spot, upstairs in the afternoon,
and has so perfectly placed himself a little off-center
on the expanse of white bedspread,
illuminated by stark winter light through the window.
(Stanley finds all the best places.)

Are You Looking at Me?

This is the guy who started it all. He fostered every stray kitten and cat I ever brought into my home, and shepherded me through the ups and downs of the fifteen years he was with me. More intelligent than many people I’ve met, there was never a dull moment during those years, and never a moment when he didn’t run to remind me how much I meant to him. For all that he was, I just couldn’t settle on the best way to represent him, but I’ve finally decided that the best depiction of his personality is of him being silly, rolling around in the sun and making sure I noticed how handsome he was. Anywhere he lived was “Xanadu”, and he’s named for the first two lines
in the poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge:
“In Xanadu did Kublai Khan
A stately pleasure dome decree…”

Buster Lookin’ at His Toes

A friend of mine showed me photos of her cats, and this was apparently a typical posture for Buster with his legs stretched out and “looking at his toes”. I loved the sheer curtain and the traditional wooden windowsill, but rather than my usual pastel, I decided this would be more interesting as a simple little watercolor. She had just purchased a new home, and his became a housewarming gift.

Darling Clementines

Namir was a great model, and in the years he was with me I think he learned to intentionally strike a pose so that I would take his photo or paint his picture. He might have been posing here, but he was also engaging in a very cat thing, gazing out the back door at the sunrise, and for once my housekeeping comes in handy as the container of stuff that needed to be taken to the basement made a very nice still-life accompaniment.

Holly on the Rocker

I went to visit a friend and mutual “cat person”, and her new kitten was such a doll, and my friend’s house so beautiful that I had to paint at least one scene!

Interior with Cat

It was just meant to be the flowers and the cloth, but around my house it’s hard to keep the cat out of the picture.

Sunday Morning

Moses made it back upstairs after breakfast before I had a chance to make the bed, and I didn’t have the heart to move her. So I got a sheet of drawing paper and my pastels and did a quick sketch of the scene, finishing it later from a photograph. It was a pleasure to work in a looser style and just to catch the mood, but not all the details. Now, years later, it’s a pleasure to have this memory of a house I moved from long ago, and a happy scene with gentle little Moses.

The Perfect Camouflage

This was something I thought all cat companions could relate to, human and feline. Sophie really thought I couldn’t see her because she thought she blended right in with the flowers. She almost had me fooled until I saw one of the flowers looking back at me and I knew I had to investigate. Her ulterior motive was to eat the flowers, something I hate to clean up after.

Waiting for Mom

Fawn was a real live wire as a kitten—always swinging from something and talking about it—and was very attached to me; I had known her from her first moment of life, thanks to her mother, a stray, who honored me with choosing my home for the birth of her kittens. And even though, years later, we’d moved and changed the bedspread and dust ruffle, at least once a day when I went upstairs Fawn still dove under the bed and peeked out, waiting for me to walk past so that she could grab my foot.

Warm Winter Sun

Nothing is so clarifying as brilliant early morning sun, and nothing chases away the chill of a winter morning. Here, Namir was lulled to sleep by the natural warmth and comfort. While the main body of this work is lit by direct sunlight at that beautiful, long angle, the rest of the work is lit by reflected light.

White Cat Reflecting

My white cat was endlessly inspiring to me, and I would need two lifetimes to recreate all the images of her that I have photographed and saw every day. Sally was deaf and spent most of her days in her own little world in pursuit of her own happiness, which when possible included a rest, nap or long snooze in the sun. Here she alights briefly on the stool, reflecting the sunlight onto all that is around her while she reflects on the events of her day so far and just what is to be done next.

Winter Window

Kelly pauses in the stark pastel light of a winter afternoon through the big north ­window in my studio, absolutely still in contemplation as she watches birds flit about at the feeders or Buddy the squirrel making a fool of himself. Kelly is petite for an adult cat, making the window seem vast, and the light is so diffuse that nothing has a hard edge. It is a scene I remember even in the heat of summer.

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