Rosie

I actually remember drawing this picture in the living room of my parents house in London. I had just recently been presented with a little black and white kitten, Rosie after being promised her if were a good girl and slept in my own bedroom. Well, bribery works.
I had just set down my medium of choice, biro, and my mum was looking for scissors to cut it from the pad and frame it. While she was out of the room I decided to add the paint, which was actually just dirty paint water. I remember my mum being upset that I’d 'ruined' it, personally I like it with the grey splots. Adds movement.
I also remember my dad looking at it, chuckling, and asking whether the tail was a poo. I was four.
Anyway, this is a genuine early Pollack (not like the magical unicorn) and possibly one of my favourite drawings I have ever done.



(Rosie only died two years ago)