Cats?! It was a cold winter. My studio is a short walk from my house. My little house is easy to heat: the high ceiling in my studio resists warmth. I spent most of the winter sidled up to my wood stove. I would look at the chair across from me to see my cat had the same idea. I soon found myself drawing him. It seemed silly at first but my cat is a tabby and as soon as I added colour to his stripes, I saw the connection between my cat and my tornados.
I drew him sleeping, curled into himself and there was another connection. He was like looking into the top of a tornado. And cats, as everyone knows, are bundles of energy waiting to leap. The more I drew him, the more I sensed he was a resting storm, a dormant tornado with muscles ready to cause havoc. The cat is, in a sense, a personified tornado and the answer to my tornado problem. A tornado signifies homelessness; a cat, more than anything, signifies home.