I went through an old sketchbook and reworked some stuff. I also have a brand spanking new set of Pelikan watercolors.
Perry. The weather here is rainy but the Nor’easter they were talking about. Be safe.
Another one where the drips led me. It’s hard to see the details i.e. going in with a fine point sharpie in places.
In other news, I lost my dog Beau on the last day of August. The IG post is from Chris, whose hikes Beau went on with great joy for many years. Beau was just shy of his tenth birthday. I still have his brother, Birdy, who seems kind of stunned.
So I guess fall is here. Best wishes to all for the new season.
has its day—top dog,
everybody and their dog–
going to the dogs.
In dog years,
it’s a dog’s life. Put
on the dog,
hot dog, hot
diggety dog. Tail wagging
the dog. Lucky dog.
Walk the dog
and call off the dogs.
Teach the old
dog new tricks.
(on the internet no one
knows you’re dogging it).
I’m going with the prediction that this Brown Earth Dog year of 2018 will see a rise of social consciousness and environmental awareness, and the return of generosity and feelings of fellowship and community.
Our language is filled with phrases that include the word “dog”. I had fun stringing some of them together with a multi-patterned dog mask as accompaniment. And you can see my original post about Bliss, the dog pictured above, here.
A patient just walked in wearing an orange tee shirt with the image of a corgi showing the skeleton. I was looking for something to draw and this was right up my alley. It reminded me of the book of skeletons that Kerfe got me a long time ago. I will always love skulls and skeletons.
Our friend Claudia McGill was curious about how we got our dog Moses. Here is a little cartoon and here is the story that goes with it:
One night our babysitter Jiffy came to the door carrying a box with two adorable puppies. At the time we had our Golden Retriever Samantha. We wanted to take both puppies but husband said no. There was a male and a female–we took the male. We named him Moses (found in the bullrushes).
As he grew up we wondered about his origins as he looked like a coyote. DNA testing wasn’t readily available as it is now so we will never know. He was a good dog and lived about ten years or something like that.
Another ambiguous situation in a Jane Dougherty painting prompt. I decided to go for optimism, even though that’s not my general state of mind these days. Here’s the inspiration painting, by Iliya Repin:
And my response:
The last Postcard Fiction I did before this one was also a painting by Iliya Repin, “Freedom”, a prompt from way back in September. I liked it so much I did it twice, and I’ll post both of them one of these days. I collected Jane’s other microfiction prompts between that one and this one in a folder; time, of course, always gets in the way of intentions.
One thing I did during our blog break was to enter a lot of juried art shows and submit both poetry and art to journals, which I find takes a lot of time, not to mention the fact that most journals won’t accept work published on a blog. Eight of my Postcard Fictions were entered for a show of “art on paper”, but I won’t hear about acceptance or rejection until mid-January.
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.
Here are my two lab/German shorthair mixes, Beauregard and The Birdman. We’ve had these guys since day one; they were the result of a happy accidental mating of Cleo, a chocolate lab and Henry, a German shorthair. There were eleven pups of whom ten are still alive. These guys are 90 pounds each of pure muscle. They have never had a bad day except one time when Beau escaped and got hit by a car (he ran home). They are very lovely and loving dogs. I’ve had dogs since I got married 35 years ago and love living with these wonderful creatures.
Yes, they are brothers. Birdy on the left started growing grey (or maybe it’s ticking) when he was two. My daughter and I went to pick one from the litter and we wound up each picking one. Big surprise to my husband!