The gold ceramic sculpture was done as part of a series of sculptures seen as repositories for the essence of specific people. I loved this one, and as it turned out, the sculpture found its “person.” My eldest cat Pierre posed by the sculpture regularly until it became cleat that it was of him– the tilt of the ears, the rounded body– it was of him, he knew it, and was proud. None of the young cats think that, but the sculpture fascinates them and sometimes they say hello, cat-style.
Lanette Cadle 