My mother made this mosaic when she was ill. Like most in Heath, my home town, she was always busy. She had many many more friends, interests and household projects of varying seriousness than there were hours in the day or years in her life. She bought a house full of trash with a goat living in it, an excellent way to stay busy. Luckily, we had fantastic neighbors.
The cat tiles have been muffled in tissue amongst my things for ten years, moving from place to place . It feels good to unwrap them.