feline ano nuevo !

el story-o to begin the year right

me gato in Meh-he-co, what a delight!

 

wearing a necklace proudly, he is

doing his best to get me more biz!

alas…

no sombrero, no nada, has traveled me way

but Gaia, me gato, you’ve sure made me day!

 

MexicanNewspaper

bright xmas packages tied up with string . . .

And Meow’s Favorite Things continue on . . .

It’s Christmas day, Oh joy Oh joy!

But not for toys, Oh boy Oh boy!

I race the house, I’m full of glee

To see such fun beneath the tree!

It’s paper, ribbon, and the string

That makes this kitty’s heart dost sing!

I jump, I slide, I hide. I rip, I pull, I bite.

What joy! And all for Meow’s delight!

 > * * <

Vi-bris-sa

One of the stiff hairs that are located about the nostrils in many mammals.

My kitty cat’s lips are studded with vibrissae

That tickle my face while he gives me a kiss-e.

And if my chance on the floor I spy a lone vibrissa

A jar awaits to collects its fate.

It won’t be missed—just one of twenty-eight!

^. .^

toy with a spring!

This is one of Meow’s Favorite Things. . .

Behind a door amongst puffs of dust

The prey awaits kitty cat lust.

Now paw extends, now teeth do grasp

A squirming prize at last.

To life it comes when dropped or flung—

Whole minutes of kitty cat fun!

Play with me! wiggle thing

A happy Meow’s heart shalt sing!

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newspaper balls ! ! !

And more of Meow’s favorite things! Newspaper balls.

Meow’s a simple boy

Who loves a simple toy.

If it moves

His energy grooves.

Rolled up paper runs like prey

Catch it! Jump it! Fling it–this way!

Ripped and chewed

Ravaged trophies strewn.

There he lies

Sleeping off exhaustion—by and by.

> * * <

tuna that sticks to my paw and my nose-e

One of Meow’s Favorite Things: Tuna!

I love a-love a-love, my tuna fish!

Out of the can or in my dish.

Its fishy smell and oily taste,

I’ve gotta have it all, there’s none to waste!

Now all’s gone, my belly’s stuffed, I ate too much!

I’m tired now, but I’m a cat and cats must groom—

A tuna scrap! I guess my belly still has room!

> * * <

CraZy 4 KatZ? U Betcha!

Yes, I’m passionate about cats!

Does that make me a crazy cat lady? I don’t think so. I’m happily married—no children, just 3 cats. I am not a cat hoarder, 3 is enough, thank you very much. But, I do have this unusual and profound relationship with these most beautiful of all creatures.

This relationship, which some might call an obsession, has always been a part of me. Even when I was a baby, my little hand grabbed out, reaching for that passing feline. Why do we like what we like anyway? I think this thing for cats is just part of my DNA!

Maybe there are paw prints embedded into my DNA, because life orbiting around cats started very early. When I was about four, my first kitty love was Tiger, a husky male shelter cat. Tiger’s feline presence became the CATalyst, setting into motion a human/feline physic bond, which unfolded into years of kittens and cats in my life (probably about fifteen, and counting). At one point I realize my sense of being was glued to cats, so life without a cat was not an option! And besides, my cat was never just a cat, my cat was much more.

And how much these cats added!, enriching my journey; from little girl, to adolescent, and then, to busy adult.

A CAT had been a close friend; when I had none. In particular, during those pre-adolescent years in rural California, when summers seemed to go on and on. I would dress him up in handmade attire and sing to him while he lounged. And every now and then he would open an eye, to show me he was still paying attention.

A CAT was my lover; when my lover was absent. She knew when I was lonely or sad, and would place her warm and purring body on my chest, while gazing reassuringly into my eyes.

A CAT, that ancient creature, was my first sage; initiating me into the realms of mysticism with: a cat is just a cat and that is that! Oh my guru, my cat, set me onto the path of spiritual awakening! Another gem from my cat guru: just this and just now. This one enabled me later to take up the teaching of the Buddha. And, saving the best for last, the wisest of all the teaching of all felines; do nothing, then rest afterwards!

A CAT has been my muse; when I began painting in earnest. When I was a young artist I struggled for a direction, a theme in my art. In an epiphany, I knew I had to paint what I loved the most, and she was sitting right near me, my beloved cat!

And now, to the present, a trio of loves: Ebi, Luna, and Gaia!

And it so happens to be at this time, Gaia has offered up his specialness with . . .

A CAT enabling me to refocus; when I was adrift. And I was adrift. Then Gaia magically offered up his ultra soft hair. His hair soon became an essential part of my fledging jewelry endeavor. It had the effect of reconnecting me, a second time, with two things I love dearly: making art and loving cats, resulting into a new form: cat hair jewelry!

Gaia guarding the “pearls


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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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.