Meooow! I did this three-eyed little furry for a friend who kept such a good guard on one of my exhibitions (the one in a hotel lobby this fall) with all of her eyes.
On the assumption that cats will still be cats, even if they're from outer space (actually, it would explain a lot if cats were from outer space) I made a little box town for them. And in a box you feel safe and cosy and hidden, even if your wary ears can be seen. That's cat logic for you.
It's not very easy, but here I've tried to capture how the gold gleams in the original (my usual Ink'n'Aqua on paper). I used some gold colour for the eyes, claws etc. and some sort of collar trinket that just entered my imagination when I sketched that part -- I wonder what the symbol stands for. Perhaps you have to be a space cat if you're to know.
I've done a wee little reading on cats with three eyes. Those kitties are obviously Tantric symbols of some kind, representing the stage just between dreaming and gaining consciousness; perhaps they purrrr some message from the Otherworld. -- I'll blame those realms for my idea, then. Meeeeow! :-)
I thought I had written a word about this, but obviously not. So the blog runs a little late. Anyway, here it is:
A detail. I'm still seeking collaboration with a happy printer.
Another one.
Happy Sunday, or whenever this reaches you.
...old notes or even doodles, if they're good. The few tones that you played might be the beginning of a symphony, that odd little squiggle of a text is your bestseller in being, that causal meeting might be the beginning a great friendship... And I didn't throw this little thumbnail away, a one or two minute sketch, which I am working on now.
Where I am right now:
From this scrap of paper:
I've taken special care of the keys of Whatever-it-is. That's why I haven't got any further until it's time to call it a day, but as the Tao De Jing says:
Be as careful in the end as in the beginning, for a journey of a 1000 miles begins with one step.
Now, I don't live as I learn.
I've scrapped works before, promised the gentle reader that I'll finish next week etc. etc. and these things don't always happen. (Sorry!) Most sketches don't turn into masterworks (I'm happy if my sketches turn into works at all -- and that's better) and some don't turn into anything. You might get stuck, run out of time or energy, betray the work for another, whatever. Still...
...Never Throw Old Sketches.
