Phoebe Age Four goes for uncharacteristically expansive forms in this assemblage of shapes. Perfect bilateral symmetry dominates the arrangement of the two ears, two eyes, two whatever you call those things on a cat’s muzzle. (Lips? Do cats have lips?) And exactly four whiskers on each side. But for all the symmetrical geometry, this drawing is also assembled with a recklessness that refuses to repeat any particular shape without significant variation. And at the center of it all is that nose, drawn as a circle but colored as a triangle. The tension is unbearable. How can that big orange cat smile as if nothing is happening around it?
Essay / Avant-Garde