oil on canvas
Trying to steal some studio time in between being a Pug Mom. We had a nasty scare with the Raz Man, but thankfully it was just a stomach thing. Then Blu decided to favor us with...well, what can one say...two words should do it actually. Anal sacs. I'll say no more, except it's a good thing these little critters have stolen our hearts and hidden them away. I'm learning to be more patient and less selfish if that helps.
I'm still working on this. I get to a place where the simple application of a line seems beyond my ability. I'll put it away for another few weeks. I remember announcing that I'd get back to doing a painting a day in January. Ha! I'm lucky if I get one or two done a month at this rate! I feel the dark place beckoning so I'll just stop right there, except to say...I keep asking myself...what did you think was gonna happen? You bought two—not one—but two Pug puppies, renowned for multiple health problems and the need of your full attention and you thought...what?...you were somehow going to get more time to paint? Kinda like asking Roseanne Barr to sing the National Anthem and then getting offended when she grabs her crotch, no? Clearly we create our own ca-ca and then try to blame it on two little innocent puppies. We were so heartbroken when Dev died we forgot we didn't even like him for the first two years!
Thank you so much for your kind and supportive comments for my little story in my last post. I want to say something meaningful here, but for once it seems I am at a loss for words.