My cat, one night I dreamt of you and you were a tiger. You were strong, you had the colour of ebony, and stripes made of sunlight. You protected me with fangs and claws, so that I could rest peacefully by your side. I was radiant, with a third eye on my forehead, and a rosary made of amethysts about my neck. I was swathed in a robe as green as a jungle, and, in the primal eden of my heart, you gave me a bit of your wildness.
Autoportrait sketch detail