When I am drawing I feel as if I were the character I am creating.

It must come out true and alive.
If it does, it is pure magic.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011


My cats come from elsewhere. 
Not like the earthling cats. 
The earthling cats are domestic, wild and whatever Wikipedia says, 
whereas my cats are from somewhere else. 
Somewhere in between. 
You agree, don't you? 
Let'say you've never seen a cat like this one below, have you? 
Thank you.

My cats speak.
Even if you can't really hear them, you actually hear them. 
And even worse... 
YOU start speaking to them. 
And even worse... you reach out your hand trying to touch them. 
A rare phenomena indeed.

What nationality are they? 
You must tell me, because I hesitate. 
Wikipedia refuses to help me here. 
The cats are mysterious on this point, as well. 

But be careful, don't frighten them! 
They hate it when you call them English
 when they are French, or vice versa.

Yeah, they love colours. 
Like a certain panther. 
They find the world a bit too grey they must share with humans.
So why not colouring it in rose from time to time?

My cats dream a lot. 
And they like when everyone around knows about these dreams. 
Even fish. 
Especially the golden one. 
What an idea to have it for breakfast, 
when you may have everything else on Earth...

For exemple, all the fish on Earth?........

And mice, of course!
I've been joking, you have misunderstood me. 
Hey! A bit of imagination please! 

No war for Christ's sake! Only love!

And a lot of frozen fish, for exemple.

In fact, my cats are ... you.

According to the constitution of the Republic of Uzupis (in Vilnius, Lithuania) "Eveyone has the right to love and take care of the cat as well as the cat is not obliged to love its owner, but must help in time of need."

For any information contact  

No comments:

Post a Comment