Behind every great artist is a cat who believes they could do better. Mine? A diva named Pixel, whose primary job is to knock over carefully arranged objects and then look offended that they weren’t stacked sturdier.
Pixel has an uncanny eye for composition—mainly because she’ll ruin anything less than perfect. Once, she swatted a vase off my table mid-shoot, forcing me to improvise with a coffee cup. It turned out to be my best-selling print. Coincidence? She thinks not. So, if you notice a certain feline energy in my work, now you know why.
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