11 February 2026
Missing (working title): over the past couple of months, I've seen laminated copies of the same missing cat sign pasted up all around Forest Hill. Have probably seen them in four or five separate locations. And each time I've passed them, they've become more waterlogged from the rain. So at this point they are these strange, abstracted images of the same black cat, each one warped and bent in odd directions by bleeding ink and disintegrating paper. In the most recent sighting, the black ink from the cat's back had pooled into a fold at the bottom left corner of the image, which created a right angle effect mirroring the right angle formed by the bottom of the page. Which gave it an almost ancient-Egyptian sphinx kind of feeling, rooted and at rest. Tried to honor the experience of encountering it in paint, and while it's not quite alive yet, it's also not yet dead.