A cat in memory (acrylic)

Oh, a cat, peeking through the window, must have jumped up in search of crickets, purring happily, docile yet reluctant.
It stays on the sidelines, only its whiskers twitch like antennae, like a cotton ball with bright green eyes.

My rediscovery of art is proof of existence. Let us leave a legacy, a small token of humanity: art as a sword, as a swift pen, as a horizon and compass that unites us.

The magic of creating, of transforming ideas and dreams, is genuine, it endures, it nourishes the soul and diminishes the darkness that dwells within us.

I hope that artists are not those nomadic, forgotten, and scattered figures. We must reconfigure spaces, communicate, paint, exhibit, and show all the good that can be achieved. The world should not remain mired in wars. Artists and intellectuals should use their pens and art to change minds. The word is powerful, art is powerful.

I used Shuttle Art acrylic paint on A4 paper. I used eight different types and sizes of brushes. The colors I used were: blue, titanium white, orange, yellow, lime green, green, and black.

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