Upon reading many reviews, and following her intimate blog, Cleo Catra was very high up on my list of women to meet. Learning of her soon departure of this industry gave me even more reason to meet her sooner.
As a newer hobbyist, I don't have much grounds to compare, or analyze, or delve deep into my archives for materials of reference. But doing so hardly seems fair, as the experience I shared with Cleo could not, and would not, ever be compared with anything else I'd experienced thus far.
I had attempted to set-up a few other encounters with Cleo in the past, but having a erratic work schedule doesn't often allow forward planning. Needless to say, I had arranged for a short encounter this afternoon and was graciously welcomed.
I had arrived earlier than planned, but Cleo was very forgiving for my punctuality. She welcomed me in, introduced me to her adorable pugs, and things continued from there.
To say Cleo is well versed in her art is a gross understatement. I had thought of the possibilities of what our encounter could have been like, studied the many outcomes in my mind, and drew an image that was more of a child's sketchbook than what our encounter turned out to be.
Each touch and stroke was like a steady push of a paint brush. Every word and whisper like two colours blending to one. Every intimate gaze, an instant in my memory that will last longer than time.
To say Cleo is an Artist is the closest I can compare. I gladly became her muse as we shared an incredible afternoon.
Will I visit again? Without a doubt.
