Jigglycat: Catching z's at every opportunity

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This is Jigglycat. I originally drew Jigglycat on snapchat when I was in NYC celebrating the new year. 

I had forgotten about the cat until a few weeks ago when I switched phones. I was saving photos from my old phone onto my computer when I stumbled upon the original snap! So I cleaned it up a bit and now I have a blinking Jigglycat <3

Thursday Night Feelings

I'm not sad. Just a little emotional. 

My mom was sitting on the couch in the guest room, alone with her dress awkwardly around her neck, not pulled down. She was having a hard time putting it on. And then I guess she just forgot what she was doing or she got lost in her own thoughts. She was staring at something intently, so I tiptoed to the other side of the room and noticed Laika lying down on the floor looking up at her. They were staring at each other. Laika can’t speak to us cause she’s a dog and my mom can’t speak properly for us to understand her cause she has Parkinson’s. They are on the same level.

It’s moments like this where all the anger and resentment I feel towards her washes away. It’s a sweet moment for me because it shows that no matter what, I still have love for her and it makes me feel better about myself. The feeling sounds dumb when I try to explain it with words, but sometimes I don’t feel like a good person around her. I get frustrated. I get tired of her antics. I just get tired and I want to stay away from her. Far, far away. 

When she’s like this, however, I feel that bit of sweetness, but it is always followed by sadness for her. She is lost in her own mind and there’s nothing I can do about it. She helpless and sometimes she realizes just how helpless she is. It's frightening. 

She suddenly looked at me and I got startled cause I was lost in my own thoughts. She looked worried so I put on a happy face and started chasing my dog around the house to make her smile. She smiled.

I helped her wear her dress and she thanked me for it. She tried to tell me something about her day but I could barely understand, so I just nodded. I sat her down next to my dad and then I went to my room and cried a little.

Here I am now. I’m not sad. Just a little emotional. 

Saturn

I've been watching Frasier on Netflix this weekend while painting. I'm already on season 3. I had seen many episodes while I lived in Sweden but my English was pretty nonexistent back then so it's nice to revisit the show now that I understand more than just "yes", "no", and "shit".

The show is from the '90s which makes me appreciate that we don't wear such boring, monochromatic, boxy suits anymore. There are pops of color here and there but for the most part it's dark browns and beiges everywhere. I do love the high-waisted pants and big hair that the women wore, however. Love high-waisted pants. I've been looking a for a good pair. 

Speaking of shows from the '90s....here's a watercolor painting I just finished of my favorite Sailor Moon character: Sailor Saturn. She's the coolest ❤ 

Poet's Muse

A visually stunning film that I love dearly is Sergei Parajanov's The Color of Pomegranates. It is an abstract, almost non-verbal film about the famous Armenian troubadour and poet, Sayat- Nova. Even if someone isn't familiar with Sayat-Nova or Armenia and its culture, at the very least, this film is a visual treat.

Parajanov's film inspired me to paint this watercolor piece of the Poet's Muse. I am going to have prints available of this and some other of my paintings soon <3

Check out this link for the movie.