Dacia and Nina
They know it and they say so. In their previous lives, several Zen masters were cats. It is also known that many others have followed the path in reverse. After taking on human form, they had the opportunity to return to being felines. If they had gained a particular experience during their time as humans, this special activity apparently does not disappear, not entirely: something still remains in their life cycle. This form of reminiscence is also well known. On Via San Biagio there is a truly popular feline.
At night, he often sleeps in the shop window, among the majolica tiles decorated by Dacia, a reserved craftswoman, as silent as, if not more so than, those who assist her during her daily work.
The symbiosis is perfect.
Many people photograph the majolica cat. He is now aware of his strong appeal and almost seems to pose, but with great detachment from the curious glances that usually surround him. His theatrical yawns and his snobbish grimaces are eloquent.
Observing them secretly, you can see Dacia decorating under the watchful, supervisory eyes of her cat, Nina.
She knows she’s being watched, but she seems content. Two flames follow every movement of her hand and its natural progression into rapid yet soft brushstrokes. Clear sensations; the fur-clad master seems to observe every gesture, precise, measured, a signal, a faint electric current no longer hidden between his claws.
You have to see them. They’re creating together, almost holding their breath. A spectacle, unintended, but certainly a form of unique, silent, powerful dialogue.
