The Vortex of Vor—A story in Twelve Parts . . . 2 of 12

And the tale continues . . .

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A young girl, vulnerable and open, is wide-eyed to her world, a world fresh and undiscovered. It is a world that is mysterious, and at times scary, oh yes, with goosebumps crawling on her flesh!

With questions, there were many, some her daddy, he could answer, but not all, and that was where the problem falls, because, the most important question begged an answer, a question no adult could answer, a place no adult could go, because, it was up to her to know.

And to know was so important, but the how, was to allow, a mystery to unfold. Yet, for this young girl, whose imagination was alive, it would only take the blink of an eye, to fly into realms unknown, to understand the why.

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The Vortex of Vor—A story in Twelve Parts . . . 1 of 12

The origins of this tale began in another time, in another place, when I thought I might write a children’s story. I later inked the illustrations, while staying at a small hide-a-way cabin in Northern California. It was a special place. This hobbit-like cabin sat in the center of a ring made from the ancient stumps of redwoods. Well, as things go, it never got published. I suppose it was not meant to be. Anyway, I dusted it off and reworked it into its new form.

The story: a young girl’s quest with her precious kitty cat, that takes her to the ends of the universe. The action evolves over twelve posts, every other day.

And the story begins . . 

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Oh kitty cat, sweet kitty cat, come sleep with me tonight, and guide me, fly with me, to far away dreams, on this warm crystal night!

Oh kitty cat, fluffy kitty cat, stay with me tonight, let’s journey, let’s travel, to a time long ago, to a time when I lived elsewhere, a time I long to know.

Oh kitty cat, cuddly kitty cat, fall asleep in my arms tonight, we’ll travel off together, into the twinkling, starry night!

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OctoPUSSY – a micro sculptural neck piece

      A small piece of sheet metal. 

Add to that, some cat hair.                        

                  Then, lots of time to spare.

Ten hours, to be exact, while I waited for the art admirers, the looky-loos, the students, and, maybe the buyer, during spring open studios this March. There was lots of dead time between that occassional visitor. Enough space I figured, to allow the creative juices to get juciy. So there I was, at my work space, feeling creative and, why not, I had nothing to lose. In front of me was a small piece of sheet metal. I closed my eyes then opened them to the metal. I took hold of the metal. I allowed the metal to speak to me. “Make me into a neck piece,” it communicated. With metal shears in hand I made two cuts, one here, one there. It now had a left and right side, or the ends I would need to attach neck wire to.

A few visitors came and went, a beneficial distraction to the creative process, it has the  affect of refreshening the mind. Now, where was I. Again, I take the metal in both hands. “Go ahead, cut me some more.” OK I will. I had to obey. Creating is another world, or mindset, one where the logical mind is told to get lost, go away, come back some other day, because right now I am here to play, and you can’t stay. My hands took the shears again, cutting the metal in two more places. Next I intutitively bent and shaped the cut metal, giving it’s shape volume. Then I saw it, Octopussy! That was how day one ended.

The next day, I placed myself in front of Octopussy. She had an exoskeleton, or form for sure, but I needed to incorporate cat hair as well. The arms that extended outward seemed to call to MEow. While I rolled the hair in my palms, disks of flattened hair passed through my mind. And that is what I ended up doing, making disks of different sizes, wrapped with steel wire, which hung from the arms.

Oh, how I would like to be,

                         . . . in an octopuses garden in the shade. 

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Where did THAT come from ! ! !

Introducing a new creation: Oberon.

Out of the blue, minding my own business, as the saying goes, this creation popped into my visually thinking mind, and it begged to be concretized.

That’s how I create.

So here is Oberon, made from sheet metal, galvanized steel mesh, stainless steel and yes, cat hair. And special cat hair to boot! Luna’s! She was feeling a little left out, Gaia getting all the attention, so this one was made using only the softest Luna hair, the hair I brushed from her gorgeous white Elizabethan collar.

Then, to compliment her beautiful soft white hair, I choose sheet metal, for its strength and gray color. Also referred to as mild steel, it’s made from carbon and iron, but mostly iron. I love it!  Why?  Because it rusts. This is the part I like, it rusts, adding a patina, or character to the metal’s flat surface. I didn’t keep all the rust, I sanded away most, but its presence is still felt.