Mewsette, Interpretive Cardboard Artist
Mewsette quietly sits by her latest cardboard creation, briefly demonstrating her technique. If I translate correctly I believe she calls it “Transformation”.
She wants you to know it is not because the box has been transformed from one thing to another by her actions, but that her intervention has allowed the box to lead her in its own transformation. She had long communication sessions with the box about its aspirations, then intuitively used her teeth as her primary tool along the box’s edge to release its inner essence.
Mewsette is very proud.
So am I. Mimi the performance artist, Giuseppe the opera singer and vocalist, Mr. Sunshine the recycled materials sculptor, Jelly Bean the comedian, how did I manage to share my life with this wonderful family of felines?
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How lovely to watch something become what it was meant to be!
Thank you for this picture! I’ve been struggling with my art for a while and this made me stop and think about the joys of creating. Thank you, Mewsette (and your mama cat!), for reminding me to just go with the flow and have fun with it! ;o)
Angus has followed in his mother’s footprints yet again. He enables me to see the true nature of of my bookmarks through his careful dentition. He learned at a VERY young age that chewing on the covers of the books, themselves, was NOT appreciated and now carefully ministers to the bookmarks, only. Needless to say, I just use ones that are “expendable” (and only feline-friendly materials).