When I look at my cat I see a cute, cuddly, adorable creature. When birds and small mammals look at cats, they probably see something like this nightmarish vision from Picasso’s 1939 painting, likely inspired by the violence of the Spanish Civil War.
It seems that Picasso wasn’t a big fan of the pampered domestic fluff balls:
I hate pure-bred cats that purr on the pillow in the living room. I like feral cats that hunt birds, scamper around the streets like crazy, drag everything they get. They look at you with wild eyes ready to scratch your face.
A hilarious, candid, witty, moving and frequently stomach-churning collection of diaries that offers an insight into the chaotic life of the junior doctor working for the NHS.
I never expected to post about a concert by a Mongolian folk metal band, but now and then YouTube throws something truly special your way, and when they stop by your city you just have to see them. As it turned out, these guys put on one hell of a show.
This classic 1990 weepie is admittedly a tad corny, but just like its star, it has so much earnest charm you can’t help but be won over by just how effective it is.
I’ve really looked forward to this topic on the That Artsy Reader Girl, since it combines my two great loves, reading and travel. Some of the places on my list exist only in imagination and will always remain out of reach… but one can always dream! I probably could have filled the entire list with nothing but fantasy and sci-fi, however I tried to keep it mostly grounded in this reality.
A Poirot mystery set in post-war England, this one has stuck in my memory for reasons both good, bad and ugly.
A last-minute ticket purchase turned out to be the best gig of the year so far! It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced a night of such pure unadulterated punk rock energy.
Louis Wain (1860 – 1939) was an English artist famous for the thousands of sketches and paintings of cats displaying human behaviour. They enchanted the Victorians who were more likely to see cats as a mildly irritating tool of pest control. Some of his art is too saccharine and cutesy for my liking, but I love this painting in which a feline bachelor party is clearly approaching an advanced stage of debauchery. I bet there’s catnip in those cigars!