"Can't Catch Me"

"Can't Catch Me" by artist writer and graphics designer Le Chat. A friend of New Orleans and of Memphis, and friend to me.

Portrait of a Sessions Player

By the way, let me share a picture that's inspired by thoughts and sounds from a few recent bowls of Soup. "Portrait of a Sessions Player" Cat

Presidential Pardon Roulette

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Stand By Me

"Latina Test Character"

Dear T-Bird, I have seen very few Latina characters done in 3D computer art, so I thought I'd try doing a realistic one. This is the first time I'm using my new lighting utility in an image. I think the utility gives the artist an opportunity to get a photo-realistic result, and I am properly impressed. Thank you for being someone I truly admire. You inspire me to reach towards my best self in art and in life. Peace and love, Your Sister Cat

Merboy's Parents

A friend of this blog, Ms. Cat, was taken with Tony's "Merboy" painting and did up "Merboy's Parents".

"Merlin"

One of the 3D computer art communities awarded me a little prize for this recent image entitled, "Merlin". I felt very honored to have my work recognized that way. Always Love is the greatest magic of all. Sending Love and Light your way, Cat.

Dream: "When You and Sleep Escape Me"

This post first appeared HERE as "WHEN YOU AND SLEEP ESCAPE ME". I have been dreaming lots lately. Well, let me clarify that. I dream lots anyway, but recently I have had very vivid dreams that feel very symbolic. Yet I haven't been paying enough attention to them. Two nights ago I woke with heart a-racing, to discover the light of the full moon peaking through the only gap in the blinds, directly onto my forehead. Last night I dreamt that I was in a huge, lush field, sitting by a wire fence, beyond which was a strip of grass and then a forest. On the outer edge of the forest, the trees were hazelnut. I could see several windfall hazelnuts on the grass just beyond the fence. So through I clamber to grab some. I get a handful, some of them were in doubles, covered in their leafy cases. Suddenly I hear and feel the thunder of horses' hooves, and look to my left to see four galloping towards me. I scamper back under the fence as they race past. I sit and crack open the hazelnuts between two stones, remembering how succulent they are when they are so fresh. I want some more, so I dare myself to venture in again, and whilst I am picking some from the tree, here they come again. But this time I stand quietly just inside the trees, and watch. They seem to go by in slow motion and I just stare in awe. When I woke up, still in darkness, I felt sure I could see the faint glow of a street-lamp shining through the gap in the wardrobe....... Here is my analysis of thsi dream Hum...seems vaguely sexual but not sure. Do you have a history with horses? By that, I mean is there some place you lived, or some place that had horses, or someone you know who has such an association? Or they might be primitive symbols of your own unleashed id. This is quite a nice dream story, mate. Very nice, and the sort that makes one want to get you onto their psychoanalyst’s couch. Dreams are of course our sub-conscious and primitive brain parts communicating with us (i.e. chiming in with their two cents worth). It’s natural language is a linear series of picturographic (apparently I just invented a new word) scenes that are highly symbolic. White there are some universal symbols that would be common to human kind, the bulk are personalized to one’s cultural and personal experiences. The BEST art (and why bother with any other kind???) plucks these same primitive subconscious strings. The visual arts probably come closest to the same language – visual symbols, though music is the highest and most hiu8ghly evolved of all the art forms. I like a lot of your photographs as you seem to instinctually tap into that vein – images that communicate with the viewing audience much like dreams do to the somnambulant person.

"Thinking of You"

A gift from a friend and supporter of this web site -- Miss Cat.

"Lumina"

In memory of my late sister, Judith Rae. She died, the victim of the American Health Care System, on March 25th, 2005.

"Christmas Cats Stalking an Ornament"

I was sent this delightful original work of art from friend and artist Miss Cat. Most cats love batting at ornaments watching them rock back and forth, dislodging them from the tree, and playing kitty soccer with them, until the break. GOAL.

"The Three Graces"

"Through a Window, Gothically"