Once upon a time slightly after the Post Impressionism period albeit in France, in a village of Japan in the beginning progress of urbanization, a bobtail she-cat by the given name Izumi, whom her peers called her Cho, so she kept the signature, is in the progress of her new sumi-e ink brushing. She seemed so relaxed and relieved for some reason; she claimed it was the execution of it. Why? What could possible have driven her to such elation (let alone we can't see what she's drawing... Ooookaay).
Oh forgot to provide some background info to... the background. So as you can see behind her, she had created a wall-ful of crafts and sculptures, mostly revolving around the figure of her religion, of among several species, of Tannukka, procyanine god, followed mostly by the raccoon-dogs passing their knowledge unto diverse mammals of the region, in which emphasized prayer for Savior from the temptations of materialism. She's following the footsteps of her human companion who is (secretly) practicing to be a preacher monk like her father, following his, having passed knowledge unto her (a break away from the male-dominated hegemony since the tales of Hua Mulan of China, imagine that).
Back to what's going on... So Izumi (dare I use the present tense?... ) is splashing a new painting over the ink brushing, with this new sanguine medium. Hmm. Perhaps the Industrial Revolution in Europe would have something to do with this? Shipping from across Europe? These so-called Cadmiums, new hues borne of the old pigment powders mixed with metal oxides... Oh so what's with the playful behavior, cat-cat?
The great-grandmother of a kitten also named Izumi, who was born in the time shortly before the Great Depression, passing onto the same generation vault to the 1970, then to this decade, carries on an unfortunate side...
A crane messenger drops by the abode past the screen door. She often got jumpy whenever a specimen comes into the space during her occupation. Her new piece is turning out very modern, like another starving art movement. But it is unlike any other piece... in their contextual manner, like the multi-tailed raccoon spirit playing with a balloon sphere with the yin yang symbol, revolving around the themes of Tannukkism.
To explain the medium, so the French derived from and worshipped the simplicity of the wooden board drawings and referred to the short-lived style of Japonisme. The Japanese reverberated to establish Furansungo, in which their artworks focus on the French culture. Here's the story, so this one time she misconceptualized the preacher role of Tannukkism, as she tried to revolutionize it with conquest of any trace of materialism, as she blantanly fallacizes that gratuitous lustful cravings drive the victims of temptation to evils, so she authorized sentences to imprisonment and seppukku rituals. Aside from that, (thought I could throw in some of Van Gogh in her), she had been diagnosed with a mental disorder by expert vet, one of which effects include analgesia; before she passed away while giving birth to kits, she had dizzy spells and stomach cramps, and she was throwing rage fits to whomever tried to approach her before giving up. She tried to redeem herself with more of her drawings during her full-time occupation, but nobody would take advantage to buy one of her works, except a raccoon named Tooru who devoted to deal art including hers, and since then bunked in with him in an abandoned village hut, in exchange of her calligraphy and drawings every weekend as monthly payment.
So after her incident (back to the plot) she reveals her new mixed medium piece. A mime theater dancer she-cat opens up her forelimbs, paws spreading, embracing the force of Korajji, the demon fox, exterminating the total debauchery, or concept thereof, the dancer had willfully endured with his obsidian sword; she was willing to giving to the erasure of the temptations she carries, though little did she know the demon fox actually attempts to extract her soul.
Calm and emotionless, the bobtail continues on with the painting, upon which rest a note reading: "meet me at the book vault".
Primarily she's right-pawed; she switched paws because she overworked the creative hand, so I can see the gauze wrapping around the wrist. She was a little messy with the media she uses, especially the new sanguine ink, 20% gum arabic...
Made with pens and watercolor pencil
, domestic cat
, cranky cacophonies
, japanese bobtail
2 years, 1 month ago
08 Oct 2016 08:29 CEST
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