Drawings by Gary Michael Dault, Text by Malgorzata Wolak Dault
#49. Against Writing
Arrested in the middle of a field of writing, a cat
tries to define himself against it. He utters his ancient
meow, as old as a rock.
#48. Cat Flower
in the garden, flowers grow animated--radiant and soft, like cats looking to be caressed.
Sometimes, as in the drawing, the flowers come to assume the heads of cats.
#47. Moth
#46. Blue blue
A vast open space--a space as big as an ocean--is a cat's invitation.
It returns him to his wild self. In a sea of blue air, a cat drifts like a sailing ship.
#45. In a Mist
Here is a cat becoming one with darkness.
A cat likes to lose himself in the dusk
--as if he were mist.
#44. Pineapple
Strolling in the evening breeze, a cat is suddenly surprised
by a passing bat, who is fluttering through the same breeze.Their eyes meet. The cat looks into the bat's eyes and sees two
streetlamps. The bat looks into the cat's eyes and sees a pineapple.
#42. Ready
A cat is watching a bird. Its body remains smooth and motionless, like a jet plane ready to take off.
#41. A Stretch
Stretching, for a cat, is a language.
We can hear in it the creature's
comfort and confidence. A stretch is as
concise and as lyrical as a haiku.
# 40. Ghost
#38. Puffed
#37. Pond
#36. Pinot Clairvoyant
#33. Winter
#30. A Disappearing Tale
# 29. Grigio
#28. Constitution
# 27. Colette and her Cats
#26. Pinot Depending
Pinot loves unpredictability. He is always in search of amusement, which everyday objects can provide if only looked at with fresh eyes--which Pinot possesses Yesterday morning, I had to drag him out of a bathroom sink where he was napping, and scrape remnants of toothpaste from his fur. I'm not surprised, then, that when night descends, he walks--as in the drawing--upside down, disregarding gravity like a brilliant magician, ably assisted by velvety darkness
#25. Timepiece
#24. The Snowy Owl
#23. Pierrot
# 22. SEAL
Gary says this is more drawing than cat, nevertheless the drawing possesses, for me, a cat's spirit, as if it were one of the Chinese written characters, soundlessly announcing a cat's most distinguishing features: mystery, independence, and wisdom. For me, the drawing has the power of an old wax seal.
#21. Pinot Asleep
Our cat Pinot loves stretching out. Even while he dreams, he finds endless pleasure in elongating his body as if he were a strong
swimmer reaching for a shore. He adapts himself to surfaces, to the point where he disappears into them. Or, as in the drawing,
he becomes part of the landscape; he inhabits it as if he were a rock on a hill, before a yawning horizon.
#20. Exuberance
#19. Moonlight
# 18. Tiger Cat
# 15. Grigio
Because we found our two cats at a garden centre, and because as brothers, they were inseparable, and because they both shone with silver-grey fur, we gave them the names of the wine—made with silvery-grey grapes—called Pinot Grigio.
They are as opposite in personality as night and day. And, as a consequence, they have lately come to enjoy very different toys—that seem to accommodate their different natures.
Pinot’s favourite toy is a piece of dried pasta—the spiraled fuseli—which, on a smooth floor, he bats about in a fast, noisy, speedy, unpredictable game like floor hockey.
But Grigio favours the light, crunchy paper balls which I make for him by scrunching up sheets of computer paper. They are now everywhere (he plucks them deftly from a basket, to which he never returns them). Grigio adores his paper balls, of which he has hundreds, scattered throughout the house. The balls are light, soft quiet—which seems perfectly to suit his poetic nature.
He usually delights us with one of them at three o‘clock in the morning, when he wakes us up to present us with a paper ball, dropping it on the bed with an air of triumph, as if it were a conquered prey.
In the drawing shown here, the ball Grigio plays with looks shiny, with an almost porcelain quality, though it is, in truth, nothing more than a crunch of light, semi-translucent paper. Which is consistent with Grigio’s delicacy
#13. Alert
#12. Staring
#11. Striding
#10. Three
There were three silver-grey kittens, almost Russian blues, abandoned at a garden centre not far from where we live.
There were three, but the third had been given away to live on a farm.
The remaining two welcomed us with luxurious purring
Their warmth and curiosity appealed to us so muchwe felt we'd be lost without taking them home with us.
But something is always missing. It is the mysterious third who, like a shadow of the other two, moves in a strange proximity to them.
#9. Hot
#8. Forlorn
#7. Teapot
#6. Lightning
#5. Heavy Cat
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