Jazz was an untrusting and aggressive dog when he was rescued.The rescuer wondered at her own sanity for giving him a second change, but she continued to work with him. The Journey was a long one, but Jazz finally learned the ropes so well, that he now works as a therapy dog! Patience sometimes rules the day! (By the way, I’m very close to completing paintings and stories for a 2nd “Give Me That Dog” book.)
I received this great story from a couple who only adopt older dogs they find in shelters. Our 2nd “give Me that Dog” book will be published this fall. Many of the stories sent to me were a little more difficult to paint for one reason or another. As in any great dog story, many of these 2nd edition stories have brought sadness and joy into my studio. People who work to make a dogs life better, are an inspiration and have some amazing stories to tell. It is an honor to share their stories.
Sometimes a visual idea, when transferred from the brain to the canvas, can go south! I’ve been gazing at this one “leaping” dog painting I did last year. Everyday when I come into my studio…there it is on the wall. And, every time I’d focus on it, I felt that it needed work but could never come up with a solution. Sometimes, the only solution is just paint over an idea that doesn’t work… and sometimes there is just a small clue that spurs me on to make a change. And, as in any change one makes, all changes require faith, courage, disappointment and finally, a solution that works! so, here is “Dogs in Tall Grass” acrylic on canvas. Enjoy
The more I paint, the more I paint. I’m loving winter. It’s quiet. There is time to think and enjoy the quiet of leafless trees and no yard work to do. The new pup and I can spend lots of time in my studio and we both can walk out into the seemingly lifeless back yard. Before long, there will be all that comes with spring. Meanwhile, here is a new canvas called “leaping dog”. I think it is an expression of joy. The joy is not about anything or anybody….just that feeling that arrives out of nowhere for no particular reason!
Every day is a new day. What was on the easel yesterday, doesn’t work today or certainly could use some work. Finding some time today to just wrestle with an idea about our close relationship with the dogs we live with….that doesn’t even really cover it, but I think the painting shows our relationship in the universe ….I can’t say more…let the painting speak.
Every time I attempt to organize my studio a little more, I find some painting that I think someone else might enjoy! I have worked with the MOKan Border Collie group in Kansas City for several years. They usually have a get together in the spring…or is it fall? I’ve designed t-shirts for them from time to time. The leaping dog has not made it to a t-shirt yet, but I think it’s worth sharing here. It’s great to watch these border collies in action. They really do float above the ground.
As I have started to paint on canvas again, I realize how addictive painting on paper can be. Canvas work just takes much longer to build the paint on to get the rich painted feel. Paper is more absorbent and can suffer from overwork.
While I was visiting my cousin on the west coast, my partner and her sister rescued a poorly treated neighbor German shorthair dog. He was big and bouncy and we have one dog who takes exception to any “unpack” dog she sees so, before they could move the dog to a better place, they kenneled him in my studio at night. One of the big problems with rescued dogs is that it takes awhile to figure out their typical likes and dislikes. Turns out, the dog was terrified by thunder storms. He broke out of his kennel and trashed three acrylic on paper paintings. One was sold already, so I’ll need to repaint that. (I’m pretty good at copying myself…and sometimes even make some improvements on the original). One was auctioned on our facebook page, and we were just getting ready to ship it. The name of that painting was The Deconstruction Team. There were enough pieces of that painting left that I was able to reconstruct the Desconstruct! All’s well that ends well. I’m somewhere between a frown and a smile. When I get over jet lag which I guess takes longer as one gets older… I’ll be fine and the German shorthair will be rehomed with some folks who are familiar with the breed and his other likes and dislikes. For now, he’s doing very well on a farm (except on those stormy days when he is kept in the basement of the farm house).