When it comes to inking a cat, there’s no telling what will happen.
The long brushstroke of a tail; paint bleeds a fluid form, feathered fur.
Sometimes, the shape of a body can only be defined by where it isn’t.
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Inspired by this article about Endre Penovác’s watercolor cats.
Your intriguing title immediately caught my attention. When you wrote “inking cats,” the image of a feline tattoo parlor came to mind.
That’s next, Jef! I had the same thought when I stumbled on the phrase! : )
I like that paradox of the shape defined by where it isn’t, that’s nice. Reminds me of sometimes being puzzled by my shadow too, and the fun existential rabbit hole in that. Nice piece Stacey!
Thanks so much for being here! I do love a good existential rabbit hole : )
I think it’s the kind of hole that by definition one is meant to get lost in 😀
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