Showing posts with label snoopy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snoopy. Show all posts

Friday, September 3, 2010

Snoopy


Snoopy
Oil on canvas, 12x12
Commission

Dusk was falling when I pulled into the driveway yesterday and saw my husband walking a spaniel-looking dog I'd never seen before.

He was a good dog, this black and white fellow, gentle and polite and calm. He had a nice collar, too, and so we figured he was an escapee, owned by someone in the neighborhood.

We loaded the dog in the van and set off into the sweltering dusk.

Our first stop was the trailer across the street. There, Byron introduced himself. He looked to be about 30, was retired from the Navy and working at EB. We'd never met, though he'd been there for a month or so. He didn't know the dog, but it was good to meet him.

Our next move was to pull in to the driveway of the Avalonia Nature Conservancy trail that runs alongside our property.

A teenager sitting on a rock and (surreptitiously, I am sure) smoking a cigarette, identified himself as Mike, one of the foster kids of our Christian neighbors. He didn't know the dog, but said that in the third house on the right on the street across the way, there were dogs. Maybe it was one of theirs, or maybe the guy would know.

Well, it wasn't one of theirs, but Andy said he thought it looked like a dog he'd seen with Roberta, who lived at the end of the road.

There was no answer when Peter rang the bell, but Peter went around back and there was Roberta, in her 60s or 70s, smoking a cigarette, hyperventilating, peering into the woods and calling.

She took one look at Peter and asked, "Did you find my dog?"

"Yes, I did," he said.

"How did you know?" Roberta said.

"I'm the Dog Santa," Peter said, and at this, Roberta nearly collapsed, in worry and gratitude.

She had adopted Charlie, an older dog, just a few days earlier, and while he is gentle and calm around the house, he chases squirrels, and it was this that had led him to his adventure.

So all is well that ends well, here in Dogland.

If you are in the area over the weekend or Monday, stop by Olde Mystick Village Shopping Center. I'm participating in the "Meet the Artists" show there, and it looks like it's going to be fun! 

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Snoopy


Snoopy
Oil on canvas, 12x12
Memorial commission

This is the first morning in weeks that's been cool. I turned off the window air conditioning units, opened the doors and windows, and am deeply breathing this beautiful, fresh air. It's bringing me back to life a little, and bringing life back to me.

I woke up today excited about possibilities. My big cowscape is coming nicely... and there's a huge field of sunflowers, apparently in bloom, that I've been itching to paint for a year now. So this cool, bright morning holds promise indeed.

Heather MacLeod, the artist who came with me to Canada, is primarily a sculptor. She is building a lovely, shady sculpture garden near her house in Brownfield, Maine. She also makes these delightful little creations that she calls "SparkBugs." They're made from spark plugs and handles of utensils. Some of the handles have designs or initials on them; some don't.

I think they are just wonderful! You can email her to find out about price and shipping.

Here are a couple photos: