Portrait and figurative watercolor paintings on Aquabord portraying the multidimensional connection we have with our dogs.In the coming months, please look forward to the release of a new series of watercolor paintings.
Just Armed with Love
12" x 12" watercolor aquabord clay panel, deep cradle sold
Ken and Paige in Just Armed with Love
Just a dog…
I hear this said as if that’s a small thing. The way I understand it, those words, just a dog, are measureless. Measureless and just larger than life… and I don’t think I’m the only one who feels this way.
I think you do too…
I see it in the photos of your dog’s face that flood your online presence. I see it when you and your dog jog by my house early in the morning before you go to work. I see it when I walk by your house and your son and dog are playing ball in the front yard. I see it when you sit behind the wheel of your pickup truck idling next to mine and your dog sits behind you happily watching a squirrel run by the open window. I see it at the ice cream shop where you’re in front of me in line buying two ice cream cones, one for you and one for your dog. I see it when you have to slow your jog to a walk because your dog can no longer keep up. I see it in the photos of your dog’s greying face that flood your online presence. I see it at the veterinary hospital where you sit with your dog, keeping your face lowered to hide your tears, knowing you will be going home alone.
I can say I am blessed that I do understand the measure of just a dog. I am blessed my work is supported by beautiful individuals who have this innate love for their dogs. So, we - the dogs and their significant others and me, the artist – are sharing a little bit of ourselves with you. And I am thankful for the chance to open my heart with you here in my watercolor series,
Just a Dog...
Just New Beginnings
11" x 14" watercolor aquabord clay panel, deep cradle $825.00
Aerin with Nym, Duncan and Coco in Just New Beginnings
For me, there’s this apprehension in opening my heart to the uncertainty of new beginnings.
There are some things I’m sure of. I’m sure the rain makes the flowers grow. I’m sure the sun burns if you get too close. I’m sure the angels walk this earth beside us. But I’ve never been sure how to begin again... to know how much a heart can hold…
So, when Aerin told me “this [moment in the painting] was Duncan and Nym’s first weekend home” with her, I think I finally understood. “Coco, in the background, is a 15 year old rescue. A few months earlier, we all felt the profound sorrow of losing our oldest and most dear Italian Greyhound, Buckley. I was devastated. I couldn’t get out bed for days. When I held Duncan, I realized he had a tiny heart marking on his rear leg. I knew then that my beloved Buckley had sent him - and her - to me and this moment was the feeling of new love filling our home and our hearts.”
Maybe there are no beginnings and no ends. Maybe a love this great is limitless… Maybe our hearts are meant to hold an immeasurable weight…
Just Me Too
8" x 10" watercolor aquabord clay panel, deep cradle $700.00
Guilio and Jazz in Just Me Too
Do you ever wish just to be in the moment? To put down your cell phone, turn off your TV, delete your social media and just be? Me too…
I guess being in a world where traditional ways of living have been disrupted by texting, reality TV and social media, it blinds me temporarily and I lose sight of what’s really important. In the large realm of things, what’s important is being in the moment…
Jazz knows all about this. Penny relayed how “Jazzy and his littermate SicilyRose were inseparable from the day we got them. His nickname was “Me Too”. He was such a goof and so affable and so silly that whatever SicilyRose (or anyone else) wanted to do it was always, “okay, me too”, resulting in his nickname. Jazz nearly died when he was a year old, he was in ICU for a week near death. I asked our vet if I could bring SicilyRose to see him. We swear to this day she told him all the fun things she was planning and he said, “me too”, think I’ll choose life too.”
I think I’ll choose life too. Afterall, who really cares if the cell phone’s ringing or if the TV program is missed or if the latest social media update isn’t seen? Is that really living? Living is being in the moment with the ones you love; sharing those moments together as often as you can until you no longer can.
Do you ever wish just to be in the moment? Me too…
Just Love on Its Own Terms
12" x 12" watercolor aquabord clay panel, deep cradle $825.00
Leah and Otis in Just Love on Its Own Terms
For me, I love deeply and completely. Sometimes I forget that love is individual and comes on its own time and on its own terms. Inevitably, it changes life as it once was. Sometimes without consequence. Sometimes with challenges. But every time with change.
I think Leah explains this perfectly. “Otis changed the dynamics of our family life. [He and our Italian Greyhound] love each other, protect each other, get jealous of each other (and boy don’t we hear about that!)... Sometimes it’s adorable, sometimes it’s frustrating as hell! They couldn’t be more different but they make it work. My relationship with Otis can be like that too. [He] doesn't like to be grabbed and cuddled. He likes those on his own terms. So when he comes over to you and buries his head into your body asking for cuddles, those are my favorite times. I love him dearly and would have an Otis shaped hole in my life without him.”
And so, on its own time and on its own terms and with change comes a love that is perfect, not in spite of imperfections but because of them.