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 […]

Grading companions.

Christmas threw up here. …and here.

I tried five spots for a Christmas tree in one day and the fifth spot wins–back in the box until these young cats are older. At least I have this wreath. It’s frosted twigs with cute little pine cones and they can’t get to it because it’s outside.