The enormous tiny cat returns

Demise of the Tenmoku Vase

Thinking on the Tree Cathedral

I am cat obsessed, and I can't help it. There is a foul, scrappy little cat named Malcolm who sometimes sleeps on the glider on our back porch. He likes to pick at the armrest cushion and watch the green poofs of stuffing come out the hole he's made, and float away on the breeze. He is stinky and he pees on everything, and try as I might, I simply can not convince him to come inside and live with me. He only wants to be feral and free, not to have baths and overflowing bowls of crunchies.

And so. I have only this made up cat, Otto. I've drawn six of him and sent them off to be part of the upcoming Enormous Tiny Art Show at Nahcotta Gallery in Portsmouth, NH. This show happens twice a year, and I am honored to be participating in it for a second time. Thanks, Nahcotta!

In other news... Is there any other news? Matt and I have been tearing our house apart, sorting through Things, some of which we will take with us to Vermont and some of which we will unload before we leave Scranton. None of which we will drag out into the woods, douse with lighter fluid, set aflame, and tip down a mine shaft, which is sort of the ordinary (and super fun!) method of disposal 'round these parts. It's always your scruples that prevent you from having fun, people - remember that.

Our estimated date of departure falls sometime in the month of April. Til then, we'll be firming up house plans (can't wait to share them here!), and trying to sort our thises from our thats. I hope you're all well!