Cat Strophe (Cat Strophe)

A storm-cloud crown billows into the silhouette of a face, where greys dissolve into one another like memory turning back on itself, and two small blue tears puncture the haze with an almost electric clarity. The composition pivots on a tender absurdity: a ginger cat clings to the cheek as if to anchor the figure against emotional collapse, its warm markings the lone pulse of life in an otherwise ashen atmosphere. This juxtaposition turns grief into a lived landscape—soft, mutable, and enormous—while the small, physical weight of companionship suggests survival not as triumph, but as quiet holding-on.