I painted this art journal page the day my dog Lola passed away in January.
Grief
8×12 inch print available here

Re-examine all you have been told…
Dismiss what insults your Soul.
Walt Whitman

Sweet Bird of Youth II
SOLD! 

This wintry vision I have in my head comes from a vivid memory I have of my Mom, and how she would tell me to stand outside in the snow with a tiny piece of bread on my hand. She said if I was quiet and still enough, a bird would land on me, and I would get to feed him. aw! How I wanted that to happen!!

This painting sold on March 6th, which was my Mom’s birthday. 🙂

I’ve painted nine of these over the past 3 years, and I thought I was done with the series. However, now that I only have one left, I think I will be painting another one soon. I can’t let my mother’s memory die, just because she did, and painting these make me feel close to her. How can I ever stop painting them? 

The Pet Couch

I put the pillows on the back of the couch, and he pulled them off. I was tugging on one end, and him on the other. He was determined. I gave up, and let him have the pillow before we ended up ripping it. Next thing I know, he’s snoring so loudly, I couldn’t hear myself think. I looked over, and he was sleeping with his head on the pillow. lol That dog is no dummy.

art journal page