A Cat and a Baseball Guy

Z is a minimalist sometimes, clean, classic lines in pencil or ink.  Here is a cat:

It could be Mittens who you might remember from "Catfestation" a few days back.  He's a cute little stumpy tailed thing isn't he?

Here's another simple drawing from Z:

Well, he just couldn't be happier about having no feet, hands, buttons, number, glove nor bat, teeth, pupils, corporeal perspective or knees, ...oh and his ears have wandered off as well.  It's funny that with all that missing we still know he is a baseball guy and, somehow, we can also feel the joy and anticipation pouring out of a little guy as the season approaches.  And, although the cat is simply rendered, we still sense Z's love of cats, his appreciation of the grace and beauty inherent in the feline form.

Guy Clark, a singer-songwriter I fancy, was once asked about writing strong lyrics and he said, essentially, to leave something out, leave holes in the story for your audience to fill in, and that's what Z has done instinctively.

(Yeah, whatever Bill, that's about the one-millionth cat he's drawn and he had probably just started the baseball guy when he was called to dinner, or arms, by his Dad, or brother.)

From Marci's '...things you don't expect to hear from the backseat...'

N:  "Let's go to Mexico."

Z:  "We always go to Mexico... let's go to Canada."

N:  (pause)  "Why?"

Yeah, it's that easy to make fun of Canada, I don't know why that is, but...