Listen to the road

Saturday, April 26, 2014

More Animal Aid dog paintings

This terrier started out looking like a cartoon to me. I kept
 layering colors then used the rake or grass brush for highlighting the fur. A
little rake brushwork goes a long way. Also, I'm making a note on
each painting of which colors I mixed. Helpful if I can't paint for a few days.

 This dog is Hannah who lives at Animal Aid. 

This is Cody, also from Animal Aid. What a sweetie. I'm taking seven paintings
to Plantiques this Tuesday.

 We babysat the grand boy two days this week. 
It was fun but we had to take naps.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

More painting, more learning, more practice

Yesterday I hung about 9 new paintings of Animal Aid pups in

I'm discovering that painting a glossy black dog is much harder than I'd thought.
Highlights in Titanium white after building transparent white/black I just
need more practice. I like Black Spinel (Gamblin) for this.

More practice and brush strokes. Also need to practice noses. Today I'll
practice noses. 

Sunday, April 13, 2014

When I plant a tree

I send a love letter to the future. Hope gets a vote. I invite beauty
in all the seasons she wears.

Planting a tree or bush reminds me where the sun is, and where I can point my life.

My trees have been sleeping all winter, dreaming. In summer they whisper
at night while I sit under rustling leaves. I'm filled with Earth wisdom
and creature secrets. I am quiet and open.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

More practice, more dogs

Finally, I've had a few days to practice painting more folk dogs.

This is Skylar from Animal Aid in Hampton, Va.
Looking for a forever home.

 And here is Sierra, my blogging friend's dog.
I got such good vibes while painting this sweetie.
Some dogs smile, that's all there is to it.

And this is Little Boy, my cousin's dog. She has two of these Australian Heelers.
Amazing and very serious. If you have to herd
cattle I guess you need a big attitude. They also adopted Pearl,
Little Boy's mother at the same time. Good people.

When I was little a Weimaraner lived on our block. I always thought
it was a ghost dog and gave it wide berth. It's 
sometimes called 'ghost dog'. I just learned this looking up
the correct spelling.