First thought was there is a giant monkey in the yard. ( ok, I have a vivid imagination)

Judging from the window he is over my knee likely thigh high.
I wondered why it was so still and quiet, not a bird nor rabbit.
The javelina attract Bobcats and this feral cat could well be mixed.  He calmly stared back at me as I snapped a picture from the safety of my kitchen.
Life inside an aluminum can can be so exciting.


Beautiful but deadly. I saw him carrying a full size jackrabbit he killed.  Night is falling so who knows what might arrive.


Beautiful Killer

A few days past I was excited to see the return of two old friends. One a large quail the other a cotton tail that I watch grow from bunny to maturity. It is funny how I recognize my neighbors. I have seen the visitor many times.


(Photo was taken long distance from inside)
Beautiful killer walked pasted my window carrying limp and lost in her powerful jaws my cotton tail friend. Having managed to escape rattlesnakes a bitter cold winter and snow appearing for early spring only to be snatched and killed for dinner.
Some how the cat dragged the rabbit as big as it into the shed to dine on. Today I see her scoping out the yard for another meal. It is simply the circle of life but I would like my beautiful Killer to focus on pack rats and rattlesnakes.

Never Sorry

Ai WeiWei is a Chinese artist and the film is a must see about his life as an artist and political activist.

I would like to share and start for discussion some of the ideas I have gotten from watching the film.

1. Artists can easily offend other people.  Perhaps it is the nature of the beast, being a creative person and exposing what is in your mind, heart, soul.  There will always be one who is offended. Never be sorry for that which you create and express if it is genuine…from you.

2. The difference between cats and people: cats will open a door but never close it.  How profound.  It puts you right down on your bum and you can do nothing but contemplate all the aspects of that statement. Perhaps as create persons, artists we need to leave more doors open and as humans I would say that was a definite. Be like a cat and leave the door open. Don’t close it!

3. When interviewed one of the assistants who did the actual physical work on the sculpture said,” I am a hired assassin, I do not ask questions why, I just do.”

How many times must we write an artist statement? From now on that will become my opening line.  I am an assassin, I do not question why I create art I simply do because there is no other way of being for me than to create art.  When working on a piece I do not sit and ponder where the idea came from or why this not that is the driving force to do. I simply follow the urge or perhaps the instinct to do, to create, I do not question the idea, nor the concept and instinctively go to the material be it cement or watercolor that best helps me express the desire burning within my soul.  I simply do what it dictates. I create therefore I am an assassin. I just do without question.  I follow the creative order to create.

Now it is your turn please post your comments.

Ouch, bumps in the night

It was a hard night twice over.

The kitchen counter which the landlord built just above shoulder height is useless for anything but banging your head against.  This I did twice since my cat likes to drag the water bowls around the kitchen and under the counter is his favorite place to tip them over. Then in the middle of the night he demanded a full refill of his food and if you ever heard an alley cat and Siamese cry you can understand how loud and persistent his voice is.  So at 1 am I am climbing down the ladder from the loft half asleep and step off into air, not a bad experience until I land on my not so well padded butt. My left side now has a huge golf ball( grown up) size rock of a lump just over the bone you sit on. Ouch!

Well, they say with the dawn comes a new day so here’s to new days.

Humm, maybe I should put a pillow on the concrete floor around the bottom of the ladder?