As evidenced by a regretful absence of regular posting, the approach of autumn has found the Beast and I positively swamped by a multitude of projects (flowers and bats and patterns, oh my!), commitments (I've officially re-entered the world of academia!) and activities (oh... to be revealed!) - not at all a bad situation, though it has resulted in a noticable impovershiment of blogging time. The last month or so has been particularly insane... To escape the crazy, I packed up the pup and fled to Vermont for the weekend... our forever home sweet home.
It was a drizzly, damp weekend, and hunkered down in front of a carefully curated still life, with a vintage box of charcoal and kneaded erasers between us, my dad and I (my artistic impulse is actually genetic) thoroughly blissed out to the sound of rain drumming on the tin roof, and a large dog softly snoring in the corner. Heaven. On. Earth.
Peaceful Oscar on his huge bed! Such a lovely drawing. Thank you for sharing.
Our Jessie is a smaller version of Oscar. She walks around the kitchen chopping block a couple of times and then licks the floor ;) and hopes there is food that has dropped onto the tiled floor!
Posted by: Mary | October 09, 2012 at 03:46 AM
Thank you Mary!
It sounds like Jessie has found tasty things on more than one occasion to inspire such diligent kitchen patrol! Oscar is a master of kitchen ritual as well - when he's done eating his meals, he'll lick, lick, lick the bowl for a good few minutes, then walk into the living room, lick his chops a few times (maybe nuzzle a human) then walk back into the kitchen to clean out the bowl... again. He does it every time. Gotta love such dedication to routine... :)
Posted by: Natalya | October 09, 2012 at 11:46 AM
Such a sweet scene! I so enjoyed your presence on the weekend.
Posted by: Irini Rockwell | October 10, 2012 at 06:00 PM