The Cat

I'd been working on a series of paintings, photographs and written pieces in conjunction of a certain theme... A lot of drink addled, late nights, 'junky' like behavior, and 'debauched', surrealist literature. Along with the reading and running around, I spent some time thinking about the way my work would relate these things to the sense of attainment that these experiences and exercises can also contain- a touch of the connectedness of all things, or the way that things happened or looked with a resonating poignancy in the early morning light. One night out, in an old abandoned house turned gallery, a friend had surreptitiously pointed out the accidental resemblance to a cat in the shape of some chipped paint and wallpaper on a concrete wall, as I'd just about come to the same conclusion and happened to be looking at the same thing.
   Sadly, the picture was a lot harder to capture due to the rocking of the boat I'd been embarked on.