Mama-commandant in training and gentle soother of wounded souls; intimidating possessor of the "Evie eye" and hammy comedienne superb; adult female who could (literally) throw the most weight around and tiny 6 oz. runt of the litter who needed mouth-to-mouth from her human mum and special feedings from her canine mama to survive. A beautiful study in Rottie opposites and the epitome of one who could bring the rainbow of colors to another's world. Sweet Evie, I anticipate knowing the gorgeous spectrum of your life again. Love you always, darling girl.
Showing posts with label dog portrait. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dog portrait. Show all posts
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Light(en)ing Up A Dark Day
Just one of his many gifts, as he lived up to his name (Constantine) in every possible way and brought a lifetime of true joy in a too short six and a half years.
Still and always (aka, constantly) in my heart, good and faithful boy.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Sophie in Rose
To quote a favorite song:
"You had this smile that could light up the world" - Slaughter, Fly to the Angels
I may try to capture that smile in another portrait but, for now: Sophie in Rose, symbolic of further lyrics to the same song:
"Cause now you've got to fly high (fly high)
Fly to the angels
Heaven awaits your heart
And flowers bloom in your name"
Fly to the angels
Heaven awaits your heart
And flowers bloom in your name"
In the hope of seeing you there, sweet girl.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Still My Inspiration
With my dad's ongoing and worsening illness, my own poor health, recent deaths in the family, and the loss of several of my longtime and beloved friends over the past year and a half, I haven't been feeling very communicative or creative of late. (And I apologize to all I've been a bad friend to because of it.) Then, looking at some wonderful Rottie photos and artwork on Pinterest today had me missing quite terribly again my canine kids who were called home. As it turned out though, in the rekindled grief, love inspired. So, although I can't do any kind of justice to their inner or outer beauty, I expect I'll be sharing more memorial portraits of honor. It truly did help to work on one - the first new painting I've done in months - and it's one small way to let them know that they're still - and always - my inspiration. Not to mention proof, once again, that they're a gift that never stops giving us more than we could ever give them.
Love you, sweet boy.
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