Schrodinger’s Cat, 4”x6” mixed media coloured pencil on Stonehenge Paper.
Sometimes I just feel empty, I have absolutely nothing to say about life, the universe and everything, and I have no ironic commentaries to make on the world of art in general. What then to do with the glaring blank page?
This week I was faced with three of them. I’m getting ready to submit (max 3) 4x6 works to a miniature art show. What a perfect opportunity to be my most creative and free in the miniature format I am most at home. Ha!
A blank page is blank page, regardless of dimension, and inspiration is not any closer with a small space vs a large one.
So there I sat. What to do, what to draw, what to start with. The universe, all the universes including rifts and bubbles my oyster. The oyster would not crack.
Fortunately, there was a sleeping cat, there at my feet, oblivious to the grave danger of having his tail crushed under the wheels of my rolling office chair.
So there he is, submission #1, named Schrodinger’s Cat in hopes of imbuing the decorative with meaning and portent. Beats a bowl of fruit, in my opinion.
What is the purpose of Art? Must art have a greater purpose than its own existence? Is art that is about nothing but itself worthy? Are cute cats included in the equation? Much to ponder before moving on. Schrodingers Equation indeed.
Further reading, Bluebeard, by Kurt Vonnegut. Which is a very entertaining novel that tackles every one of these questions and keeps you thinking late into the night after the laughter is over.
Obligatory Etsy plug: More Cat Art here
If/when I get to it, I’ll post it as a reproduction until I receive it back from the show. Right now, I’m off to contemplate the universe.