I sit here on Holy Saturday night, recovering from an ugly attack of bronchitis, with dogs at my side. Dogs at my feet. Dogs behind me.
And a cat in the studio, but that's beside the point.
I was looking at the photos I have on file of my art. Lots and lots of dogs.
At one point I decided to create Dog Shrines. I loved doing them.
I used architectural salvage pieces to build each shrine -
vintage painted boards, ceiling tins, dog tags and other found objects.
Each dog was painted with a prayer of gratitude for the gift of dog companionship.
Dogs are the kindest and simplest of creatures.
They hold no grudges; have no master plans for their lives.
(Thank God.)
They are always, always happy to see you.
And a cat in the studio, but that's beside the point.
I was looking at the photos I have on file of my art. Lots and lots of dogs.
At one point I decided to create Dog Shrines. I loved doing them.
I used architectural salvage pieces to build each shrine -
vintage painted boards, ceiling tins, dog tags and other found objects.
Each dog was painted with a prayer of gratitude for the gift of dog companionship.
Dogs are the kindest and simplest of creatures.
They hold no grudges; have no master plans for their lives.
(Thank God.)
They are always, always happy to see you.
They are grateful for each and every kindness.
Plus they love to cuddle.
My dogs are happiest when I curl up on the couch, turn on the TV and relax.
This is their cue to find a cozy spot on me or near me and fall asleep.
A life with dogs is an extra blessing.
Happy Easter.
