Bull eating hay in its pen
I had lots of memories while working on this painting, some good some not so good, we used to use these Bulls to plough the rice fields when I was a child, not many people had tractors in those days nearly everything was done by hand.
It was hard, hot work, no shade starting work just before the sun rose and finished at sun down, we would have a break during the hottest part of the day finding shade wherever you could.
It was during my time working in these fields that I would dream of doing something else, even at that young age I vowed I would never marry a farmer which would mean all my life working in the fields. I had a vivid imagination even in those days and you certainly had a lot of time to think while bending over planting the rice seedlings or cutting the rice when it was ready.
I’ve tried to capture the setting the heat and even the smell of the bull and the hay in this oil painting I wanted to remember what it was like and it all came flooding back.
I painted it with broad brush strokes and a palette knife and lots of oil and maybe one or 2 tears.
Oil on canvas