Pam Schwartz and I have been to the Crooked Can several times because Pam was hoping to find a puppy to keep her dog, Sprout company. An animal rescue group is at Crooked Can on the weekends with puppies. She was courting a white dog who had some health issues. The pup was brought to her home several times and she went to a dog obedience course to work with her, but in the end the pup went to a family in the country. The puppies name was Heather. She was my speed of a dog. She was calm and collected and just wanted to snuggle and be pet.
After our visit with her on this day we relaxed and watched this musician outside the Plant Street Market. This sketch was a bit of a breakthrough for me in that I treated it like the fast watercolors I usually create. Color was just added in thin layers leaving much of the white background visible. When working digitally I usually tent to work dark to light with only a few bright highlights being pure white. I am finding that this tends to take longer to create and the paining might feel incomplete if not enough time is taken.
We returned to Crooked Can on another day to look at what was supposed to be an Irish Wolfhound. The mutt we met want that bread but instead maybe part pointer and maybe part lab. Anyway we took that pup for a walk and instead of the long series of meeting to see if we were the right fit for the pup, the rescue workers just said, “Do you want to take her home today.” So. This black coated pup came home with us that day. She was named Darcy, which became Darcino, since we were always shouting “Darcy, No!” That name later changed to Donkey which better suited her stubborn disposition. She has turned a coffee table into Swiss cheese as well as an antique couch which she ripped open spewing horse hair everywhere. On the first day, she pooped in my art studio and since then I built a moving box igloo to keep her out of that space. The las thing I need is for that pup to eat my sketchbooks of paintings. She also is so high strung that she is impossible to pet. Pam’s other pup, Sprout takes the main brunt of Donkey’s high stung violent play. They are growling and biting each other constantly. How can that be fun?