I don’t really know where these skulls come from. I’d like to think they died peacefully in the woods and were found a while later. In truth they may have been shot and killed so I guess it’s ironic that I’d paint one in a camouflage pattern.
A pharmaceutical rep just came in and brought me these three skulls. They are beautiful! They need to be soaked for a while and then cleaned with hydrogen peroxide. This was a lovely gift which really made my day.
My eight year old chocolate lab/German shorthair mix. He started going grey (or maybe it’s ticking) when he was two. Now he is almost completely white.
Found by my friend in Eagle Rock Reservation, he was kind enough to give it to me. As per the genius skull collector Alan Dudley (the book is Skulls by Simon Winchester gifted to me by Kerfe and an invaluable reference) I soaked the skull in a bucket for many weeks to clean it. At first I thought it looked like a large dog such as a Rottweiler. Now I think it is probably a wolf.
Couple of close ups:
I actually had a completely different idea when I started this response to Jane Dougherty’s microfiction challenge this week. The painting prompt is below:
First the junk mail I chose (for a gallery opening) had a strange silvery dot figure on it which I decided to incorporate into the background. Then the words jumped out of my word oracle box. Then, I thought I would add a bird…
Well, it just escalated from there. I have a box of animals too.
I got the name “postcard fiction” from one of Merril’s commenters, who looked up microfiction to see how it was defined. It works for me!
I’ve been wanting to draw a horse lately (reverting to the mind of a twelve year old girl?) so today at work had a chance to do one. He or she is trotting through a field of blue flowers with some nice hills in the background.
your shadow not you
half glimpsed movements refracted
sideways through corners
of the eye that seem to be
always pregnant with the past
When I moved into my current residence, I found that my neighbor’s four cats considered the deck outside my kitchen to be an extension of their yard. She had taken all of them in as strays, years ago.
The last of them died this weekend.
Their presence remains.
My final drawings of Tabby from last week.
My daughter’s dog Perry in a human-like pose. I seem to be into pencil drawing lately, trying to hone my skills. Perry is a stubborn but sweet boy. He will lay down on his walks and refuse to budge for a while causing the citizens of Williamsbug Brooklyn to ask if he’s okay.
Check out his Instagram account @perry_the_pit_bull. And here’s my daughter’s photo.