I would have liked to draw the moments that little by little make up life.
Signs of art are ambiguous but for cats.
Pictures are complex emotional beings with their own level of consciousness.
There is nothing to say, only to be, only to live.
Sitting comfortably on a post modern chair, Jean Beaudrillard told that we may becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity.
Do cats dream when they sleep? The reality of the nine lives of cats testifies to the feasibility of the unreal, the possible.
Ego temporis mensura sum
Cats are horrible, senseless, uncaring monsters. One cat leads to another.