REVEALED: How Cats Land on Their Feet

Phoebe Age Ten is an artist whose finest work occurs in her sketchbooks. It is in these small, impromptu productions between major artworks that she makes real progress as an artist, and indeed, makes real progress as an observer of the natural forms that animate her drawings.

Consider today’s sketch, “how cats land on thier feet.”


The central structuring element of the composition is the diving platform, which is a masterpiece of linework: A single line that enters from the bottom left, runs a riotous rickrack path toward the top center, then doubles back on itself by tracing a compact rectangle in midair before zipping back toward the bottom left of the page as a perfectly straight line.

That single line would be interesting just for its duality as both jagged and straight, but Phoebe Age Ten is not simply playing with lines. By bending it back to where it came from, and letting the two sides of the line run so near each other, she adds another dimension: a visually closed form, the diving platform itself. You can see the compactness of that form, and the remarkable, objective solidity it achieves, in this smaller, digitally enhanced view. I have turned the background light blue, which makes the diving platform fairly pop off the page. The viewer should bear in mind at all times that the platform is one single line!

Two other elements trace the same tilt as the platform. On the left, the series of four cats ascending the steps (I call  them Springy, Earnest, Quasimodo, and Mr. Friskers, but these appellations are only to facilitate critical discussion; the artist herself has not identified them) are necessarily tracing the same angle. But just to the right of the platform, and hugging it closely, are the half-dozen words that give the piece its title: “how cats land on thier feet.” We can assume the letters are all sans serif and lowercase in order to emphasize their function as a design element. They do not, one notices, hew perfectly to the line, nor run perfectly parallel, but draw gradually nearer to the line as they rise. This gives them the look of a dangling rope, a plumb line about to right itself.

Which brings us to the descending cats, who do what the string of letters have visually hinted at, and fall straight down. There are five of them in flight, with a sixth and seventh on the ground and walking away.

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