I am a summer arts project. Here you see the pain and anguishy-ness of me and my Human Sister. I call her Whozshe cuz I don’t have time to remember her real name. I love her lots and stuff, but I never asked to be picked up. I never asked to be a model. Art can be quite tragical at times.
But that was intentional, as Whozshe needed to do a painting in the style of Edvard Munch, who had a habit of painting some bummed out humans.
So you can see, right? Our agony? Our pain? How we both wants to Screams.
I have to say, she did a good job on capturing my inner rage. Life is sometimes hard and Art is our only outlet for our emotions That and shredding the couch. Which should also be in a mewseum, but that’s for another day.