Sam

Sam, our beloved family cat, is the sixth in my new series "Everyday Saints".

This piece is done on a 12x12 cloth then mounted on a 12x12 frame for hanging. A mix of sequins and embroidery.

 

“Sam was the weirdest anchor over many years.” Bonnie I think that may be the most accurate description of Sam I’ve ever seen. Early Monday December 27th, 2021 a force on this planet transitioned into the spiritual realm. Somewhere deep inside me I believe Sam and Desmond TuTu rode the boat to Guinee together. A weird thought, but it certainly struck me as true. I say Sam was a force because he taught me so much. He was a shining example of a being that held their boundaries- not against others but for himself- no matter what. An eye dropper fed rescue he NEVER liked human contact. He made clear what his needs were and never asked for more (or less) in his existence. He held space like no other cat I knew. You always knew where you stood with Sam.

He also was my biggest lesson in unconditional love. Day after day for 21 years and 2 months I cared for him without expectation of him being any different than he ever was. I never once believed that suddenly he would mysteriously be something he had never been. I respected his boundaries and he respected mine, a silent agreement to let each other just be. Reflecting on all the places I hauled him around to- all the growth, stumbles, missteps, and leaps that were taken with Sam in tow. 21 years, almost half my life, and he witnessed it all. He was born a grumpy old man and we all loved him for it. We didn’t try to force him to be a Snuggly Lovebug. I’m sure it wouldn’t have worked anyways. He was dirty, and liked being dirty. He was brash, and liked being brash. He was alone, and LOVED being alone. For the past four years each winter he got slower, grumpier, and dirtier. Each winter I would think “this might be the year.” I even bought a grave marker three years ago. But each winter he would slow down and each summer he would perk up. I feel like he had a personal inside joke about how many false alarms he gave me. In the hours before he passed he came to me and softly laid by my feet. I sat there petting him for an hour knowing he was doing this for me, not him.

Forever Feral.

Gone but never forgotten.

"May we stand on the shoulders of those who walk before us."

 

Sky is a non-traditional sequin flag (drapo) artist who blends styles, techniques, and her unique interpretations to create one of a kind spiritual art pieces. Each flag depicts the symbol or image of the spirit to which it is devoted and can take anywhere for a few months to years to complete. The flags are sewn into a brilliant mosaic of sequins and beads that create the story of the spirit which they depict. Containing tens of thousands of hand stitched sequins infused with prayer and energy they are beautiful collectables.

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I would be happy to discuss creating a custom ancestor tribute piece for you.

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