Friday Cat Blogging: Art In America Edition

The house needs a lot of work. I personally haven't gone more than a day or two without paint in my hair since March, but the cats are new to this process. Tuesday, I primed a built-in shelf/cabinet whatsis in the bathroom that felt unpleasant to touch and impossible to clean properly. When I climbed down off the stepstool and started cleaning up, I discovered that someone was experimenting with a new medium down the hall and up the stairs to the attic. This is an extreme close up of a detail of the artist's new work. Note the artist has eschewed classic signature technique for a more literal form of identification. Certainly, as a person who'd studied art for some time at an advanced level, I thought I would recognize the artist right away.

You know what you never want to see when you finish a project? Signs that another artist has touched your work. By the time I'd washed out brushes and put away drop cloths, I knew something was amiss. But what? I saw one experimental painting, much of which came up when scrubbed so I knew the artist was more interested in the performance aspect than the permanence of the canvas. When I examined both prospective artists and found both sporting sticky patches of art supplies, Pete said, "It's bath time for our artists in residence."

Everyone's a critic.