This was a moment about two years ago. I have sketched this moment many times, but it has taken me awhile to find my footing again with my artwork.
This was February of 2012. After crashing our lives in Chicago in 2011 (and I will write more about that eventually) we moved to Indiana where my brother helped us get back on our feet. We unexpectedly got Symon as a kitten. After living with my brother over the summer, we got our own apartment in October 2011.
We had been keeping a lot of our belongings in big clear plastic bins for many years. We were sick and tired of living out of bins, so when we got our apartment we vowed to empty just about every bin we had. We bought two bookshelves, plus there is a built-in bookshelf on the other side of the kitchen. We unpacked everything - every book, game or anything that could go on a shelf. The only bins we kept were the green ones that have off-season clothing stored, and the Christmas bin. Two of these are stacked by the front window for Symon.
We had four really long bins that fit under the bed, but with our new bed they didn't fit. Also we wanted all the bins gone. I happened to mention to a coworker that we were getting rid of the last of our bins - the long ones - and that we had to take them to the recycling center (they have a little hut for free stuff - anytime Steve took bins they were gone in less than 10 seconds). Anyway, my coworker said that she wanted the bins, so I said if she came over to get them, they were hers.
So, on a Saturday in February 2012, as I was waiting for my coworker and her husband to come get the bins, it began to snow. Big fluffy flakes were coming down. So I put on my coat and picked up Symon and took him outside. This was before we had fully trained him to walk on the leash and harness.
As I held him, he watched the snow, fascinated by the big flakes floating down. He pawed at them, trying to catch them with his claws. It was one of those moments I used to scribble down during The Journaling Project. It was a moment that made me feel like maybe we were going to be okay - we have our Symon.
But I had given up The Journaling Project because it became too obsessive. However, this moment stayed with me, and I drew and sketched and took a few reference photos here and there. So, finally I have made a piece of art that says what I needed to say about that moment.
Here are some pics of Symon from early 2012 (about 9 months old):