I was with a friend's dog, sitting with her, through her last night. The mom in the family, with whom the dog lived, didn't tell either boy their dog, known since a puppy, had cancer. She, with her husband, decided that next day to put her down.
We were all with her at the vet's, when this happened.
It was one of those sons who was with me when we came to your studio to see the faux shells and rocks and bark.
I want to make paintings, drawings, and sculptures that say everything I mean to say without using words. I want to arrange words that call images to mind. And if I should combine the two, let them be as right as the likes of Astaire and Powell.
Please feel free to email me to commission a painted portrait or mural, or to discuss any interesting art related idea you might have.
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I love this dog. I hope it was ok.
I was with a friend's dog, sitting with her, through her last night. The mom in the family, with whom the dog lived, didn't tell either boy their dog, known since a puppy, had cancer. She, with her husband, decided that next day to put her down.
We were all with her at the vet's, when this happened.
It was one of those sons who was with me when we came to your studio to see the faux shells and rocks and bark.
I miss that dog.
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