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My cat vomits a lot. A lot. It has gotten worse with age (he is 6) and cannot eat anything except for dry cat food. I took him to the cat doctor and they said that this is a common problem and the best I can do is make sure that his food and water are fresh, bowls are cleaned daily, etc… Now, B-bud has always been a very special cat known for his impressive vertical jumps, keen mole hunting skills, and his proclivity for taking people’s socks and scattering them around the house when he is upset or anxious. On more than one I have woken up with him in my bed surrounded by several of Clay’s socks or come home to socks (sometimes underpants), well, everywhere.
He is a sensitive creature and his formative years were spent surrounded by art students in a Savannah apartment that was painted as a color theory installation (I got an A). So it has come as no surprise to me that my little guy is articulating his physical pain through his art. Kinda like Frieda Kahlo but instead of injuries sustained in a bus accident, he has a upset stomach and he chose art installations as his medium. I don't let him near my paints.
When I came home the other day I found this (see pictures) on the rug in my living room. He had vomited and then (I’m not sure of the order) methodically scratched (etched?) the rug half way around the pile of vomit (the photograph does not show all of the etching due to the angle the picture was taken and the flash). He topped it off with one of Clay’s wool socks. I took pictures and studied this for a while before I finally got some paper towels and carpet cleaner spray.
I have analyzed the meaning and motivational force behind this living room art installation but I would like to hear what you – the Aut, Colleen, reader thinks Buster is trying to covey in this, his most recent work.
My cat vomits a lot. A lot. It has gotten worse with age (he is 6) and cannot eat anything except for dry cat food. I took him to the cat doctor and they said that this is a common problem and the best I can do is make sure that his food and water are fresh, bowls are cleaned daily, etc… Now, B-bud has always been a very special cat known for his impressive vertical jumps, keen mole hunting skills, and his proclivity for taking people’s socks and scattering them around the house when he is upset or anxious. On more than one I have woken up with him in my bed surrounded by several of Clay’s socks or come home to socks (sometimes underpants), well, everywhere.
He is a sensitive creature and his formative years were spent surrounded by art students in a Savannah apartment that was painted as a color theory installation (I got an A). So it has come as no surprise to me that my little guy is articulating his physical pain through his art. Kinda like Frieda Kahlo but instead of injuries sustained in a bus accident, he has a upset stomach and he chose art installations as his medium. I don't let him near my paints.
When I came home the other day I found this (see pictures) on the rug in my living room. He had vomited and then (I’m not sure of the order) methodically scratched (etched?) the rug half way around the pile of vomit (the photograph does not show all of the etching due to the angle the picture was taken and the flash). He topped it off with one of Clay’s wool socks. I took pictures and studied this for a while before I finally got some paper towels and carpet cleaner spray.
I have analyzed the meaning and motivational force behind this living room art installation but I would like to hear what you – the Aut, Colleen, reader thinks Buster is trying to covey in this, his most recent work.
I think it is a very powerful piece.
