here’s to staying warm and safe during these, the coldest days.
“i don’t take naps, i accidentally hibernate.”
image credit: ‘martha rabbit and tabitha cat,’ by shirley barber
Born in 1960 to a Sicilian family living in Morocco and raised in France, Catalano became a sailor in his twenties. This nomadic lifestyle was a major inspiration for his work as an artist. The sculptures of Bruno Catalano, especially, Les Voyageurs show this influence. They delve into themes of travel, migration and journeying. Themes extend into exploring the ideas of home, belonging, loss and the experiences of a “world citizen”. Each statue carries a single suitcase, weighing them down, but also serving as their only means of support. Fascinating technically, artistically, and in its symbolism, the large omissions in the statues leave much to the imagination. Some figures appear to be fading away, while others materialize before our eyes. Contrary to the opinion that travel broadens and enriches, Catalano lamented that all his travels left him feeling that a part of [him] was gone and will never come back. ‘Fragments’ makes full use of this ethereal effect with three sculptures broken down to create one unit. The man looks fragile and delicately held together, losing more and more of himself till only his feet and bag remain.
“life is made of so many partings welded together.
credits: Daily Art Magazine
one sister visiting
one sister gone too soon
only brother on his way
grandchildren in tow
we visited the place
where we had grown up.
it looked much the same
yet felt somehow not.
much like us.
“there is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged
to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.”
cared for by a foster family
looking for a place to call home
i feel lucky she landed in mine
shy and sweet and young
not quite sure what life will be like here
she came out from her hiding place
long enough for us to each check on the other
i see her natural fancy costume
of black ears and tail
snow white body
she’s now olive’s new sister
and will be called rose
which makes her *rose kennedy
*(the cat, not to be confused with the political dynasty’s family matriarch who shared the same moniker)
“a kitten is, in the animal world, what a rosebud is in the garden.”
no, she has not gone missing
but keeping santa’s promise
to sweet kitty, olive –
find her a sweet companion.
with virus, time home, holidays
sweet little kitties are hard to find
but i’m on the case
ready for the rescue
i see her on the horizon
have one very close
to coming home.
“there are no ordinary cats.”
photo credit: reed.edu
home and in self-imposed quarantine
soon to venture back out
to the stars, the blue sky, the river, and the woods.
‘the vast differences that separate the stars are providential.
beings and worlds are quarantined from each other.
the quarantine is lifted only
for those with sufficient self-knowledge and judgement
to have safely traveled from star to star.’
image credit: google images