The Slick Mountains of Love Break Over Us. (Triptych)
Watercolor, ink, gouache, and embroidery on Arches Paper.

We lost our girl Oro on June 9th. It’s been a summer of grief. She really was the best and most loved dog, my adventure buddy and irreplaceable best friend.

The title of this piece is from a poem by Mary Oliver - “Her Grave”.

 Fall foliage and the world's largest chihuahua.

It's Time to Mow Again. Oil on Linen. 2022.

My golden girl and favorite non-human person, Oro.

One of my favorite subjects - Oro.

I’ve dedicated an entire sketchbook to nothing but doodles of Oro. That being said, she’s the movin-est dog there ever was and is constantly changing position, hence all the false starts.

 Oil and tempera Oros.

 For the love of Dog.

I've been trying to teach myself some basic Procreate techniques... here are some of my attempts.

 

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

Oro - Oil and Gold Leaf on Panel

 

 

Work in progress... my beloved Oro.

Tempera paintings on paper.