3Gatos

Mireia got out of bed and remembered a dream. Three brown cats. Her antithesis. What do clay and letters have to do with each other? When can they come together? Today they sleep side by side. The ceramist creates monstrous, hypnotic pieces for her first exhibition: forks as if they were hands, tablecloths as if they were rain, a spoon as if it were the sun. And in them she tells us stories. She imagines what will never happen to her. She imagines she can eat with her hand. Mireia gets up and remembers. And above all, today, she invents. This pottery will fall, it will break. These stories won’t happen, they will be lost. This is the opening of Catastrophe.

She adopted three brown cats when he left me, fat, furry, and silent. My antithesis.