Has your dog ever suddenly turned into a sawhorse while you guys are on a walk?
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Dogs and Ventriloquy
Dogs are remarkable. In some ways they’re our artifacts, and we speak through them. In others ways we’re their artifacts, and they speak through us.
See also “bark…bark…bark”
I’m trying out some things in Sketch Club, like using my finger and not a stylus.
Fireplug Fabric for National Dog Day
Procreate and iColorama
Throw Dog: Background and Foreground
“Throw Dog” was selected to be among the top 100 by jurors at the Mobile Digital Art & Creativity Summit.
Exhibition opening: Palo Alto Art Center, Aug. 7, 2015, 5:30 to 8 p.m.
I’m honored one of my submissions was selected. I’m planning to attend the opening and stick around for the two-day summit. Hope to see you there!
Cowboy with Ball in the Grass
Yesterday’s post attracted the attention of a few dog lover bloggers, probably the #dog tag … :-). I’ve had a dog-on dog on my mind and at my side all day long, so earlier this afternoon I asked Annyth if she had a good picture of our Belgian Tervuren, Cowboy. She sent several. I chose this one because of his eyes.
This is a digital, freehand, side-by-side, iPad drawing using a reference photo and a Sty-HD stylus.
The Long Way Home
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NOTE: We haven’t yet moved into our new house. This is an old, innocent dog from the old Ragsdale neighborhood.
A Prayer by Rumi to Commemorate Cowboy’s New Dog Door
First of all, that’s the rear end of a Belgian Tervuren named Cowboy going through his very own, brand new dog door. It took him around six cheese-assisted tries before he got the swing of it independently; it took me about five hours to install the door…with additional help from Ann!
It was well worth the effort! Cowboy now has direct and immediate access to the fenced-in, outside world, but because of the dog door, he can also take air-conditioned refuge from the Central Valley summertime heat. This is an appropriate development for a dog, who before our move to Merced, California, lived in an upper-floor, downtown Des Moines, Iowa loft! Three times a day, at least, for almost two and a half years, season after season, Cowboy would suit up, walk down the hall, get into and out of the elevator, walk through the lobby, out the front door, and continue for another 50 yards before he could finally get down to business! And he never complained once!!
This prayer goes out to Cowboy and all the other love dogs who teach us how to pray: (Link to YouTube Love Dogs by Rumi…or see it embedded below from my YouTube channel, plongeaux.)
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Dogward Facing Back
Sometimes my mat is like a mirror, sometimes it’s like a black hole. At any rate I feel grounded when I sense my inner dog’s face staring back at me.
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