Pastels on mat-board primed with gesso.
My precious Boo (born—unknown, died—March 14, 2015)
Prince or pauper, sinner or saint—it matters not—the love of a dog is unconditional.
I adopted dear tiny Boo from a city shelter many years ago. Animal control had picked him up off the streets…he was just skin and bones, filthy, and full of fleas…and even though he was an adult dog, he weighed less than seven pounds. He wasn’t wearing a collar, and no one showed up to claim him.
Despite the cruel neglect he had obviously suffered, he was, from the very first day, incredibly playful, very brave, and trusting. He was full of silly antics with a comical personality that always seemed to say, “Hey, look at me!” And his little eyes said each day, “I love you.”