Jan 092009
 

Pippin is my studio companion. I find him completely adorable.

The Peak Season at my other job at Land’s End is finally over and I can reestablish my painting schedule. It feels so good to be absorbed with brushwork and composition again.

Here’s a poem by Walt Whitman:

Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage
for fear I effuse unreturn’d love,
But now I think there is no unreturn’d love,
the pay is certain one way or another,
(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d
Yet out of that I have written these songs.”

His Puppy Face, oil on canvas board, 6×8, Sold

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  2 Responses to “His Puppy Face”

  1. Oh, you dear little pugkins!

    Great poem, too…nice to see you back!

  2. Thanks, MS. Eclectic! You will be seeing more of his little Pugkins in future. My daughter has brought back some great scenes from France for his imaginary adventures,….probably accompanied by Ms. Glamorous Legs!

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