Our cat’s name is Box. He is much like other cats in that he does a great deal of sleeping and a little playing. He is unlike other cats in that he drools (a fun fact that has nothing to do with this work).

Box works relatively hard while playing – stealthily crouching or hiding in order to surprise his prey: aka “The String.” And he will tell you he is a master at play.

From time to time Box also begrudgingly takes on the role of prey, hiding under the bed to elude wet noses or sticky hands until he feels it is safe to come out. I give him credit. He does a pretty decent job of this and if it weren’t for the giant scratching post we made, some wouldn’t even know he existed.

But as great as Box’s attempts to hide are, he cannot cover all evidence of himself. Stray hair or sheddings of his opalescent claws always seem to avoid the vacuum, and I am reminded that we each leave evidence of being somewhere.

Ink, paper, string, wire and claws on tin canisters. Each circle is ~3.5″ in diameter. I haven’t quite decided if I like them more displayed seperately or together…