Small Batch. Limited Edition.
1.62 x 3
This is my studio cat Mary with her, “I’m judging you,” face. A customer called it, “perturbed kitty.”
Mary was with me for nearly 18 years and died on October 6, 2025 from renal failure. She was the cat I dreamt of as a child—an affectionate loud purrer, always climbing up bodies and tables to rub human’s foreheads with her third eye triangle on her forehead. She was a loyal and royal companion for me in many ways—my spirit guide who taught me the safety and risk it takes to live a life in the wild amidst a realistic and predatorial world. She hunted and taught me how to steward nature in ways only my soul knew how to. This homage to Mary is for anyone who has loved an animal as kin, who has learned how to survive, soften, and stay alert through relationship. Mary’s spirit lives here as a reminder that meaning isn’t loud—it’s shared, passed quietly between beings who choose each other.
Small Batch. Limited Edition.
1.62 x 3
This is my studio cat Mary with her, “I’m judging you,” face. A customer called it, “perturbed kitty.”
Mary was with me for nearly 18 years and died on October 6, 2025 from renal failure. She was the cat I dreamt of as a child—an affectionate loud purrer, always climbing up bodies and tables to rub human’s foreheads with her third eye triangle on her forehead. She was a loyal and royal companion for me in many ways—my spirit guide who taught me the safety and risk it takes to live a life in the wild amidst a realistic and predatorial world. She hunted and taught me how to steward nature in ways only my soul knew how to. This homage to Mary is for anyone who has loved an animal as kin, who has learned how to survive, soften, and stay alert through relationship. Mary’s spirit lives here as a reminder that meaning isn’t loud—it’s shared, passed quietly between beings who choose each other.
