I’ve had a pencil sketch of Jai in my moleskin for two years.
I sketched it from one of the last pictures we took of him.
I penciled it just after he died, and I’ve been unable to finish it.
Of course, that also effectively put my moleskin journal on hold
because every time I opened it I saw the unfinished sketch of one of my
most beloved buddies, and that nagged at me.
At the time, yes, I hadn’t drawn many cats… but my reluctance was more than that.
I wrapped my mind around doing a great piece that would honor my Jai Cat.
What a mistake to lay that pressure on myself!
Perhaps because of my commitment to finishing off my odd journals,
or because my mother is careening toward her own end
or maybe it had to do with the video I was sent for a group I lead,
*not that I am promoting this art group — I know nothing about them*
but I was determined to push through this damn page.
I let go of honoring him, of making it this big deal, and just painted.
*then a big drop of dark grey ink dripped on his face… oh well*
Its not my best work, but it is done, and I did capture one of his expressions.
And I will do others of him… I have a jillion good pictures!
Moral of this story: Just Do It!
I wish we’d known him as a kitten;
he found us as an adult.
On the opposite page to Jai were sketches about the cats missing him.
We have a lovely lotus candle holder and when we got his ashes back placed
them near the lotus on my desk… unlit, of course.
I started my sketch by painting the lotus, and letting the Primatek colors run…
Sammy had the oddest reaction, especially as he never gets up on my desk.
He rubbed all over Jai’s wooden urn, purring and purring.
Jai was one of his best buddies.
“Jai Cat Jai Cat My Cat My Cat…”
“Memory is more indelible than ink.”
Anita Loos, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.
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