It was a good, busy weekend. We went to Eric Barbuscia's gig at the Gryphon. His main squeeze Karen, was there. Great show. John Galla opened for him, which was also very enjoyable. We all went to Christopher's after and that's always fun, especially if my boy Dan Kane is there. I love that kid! Yesterday Jay and I both worked outside since it was a gorgeous day. Then we went to pick up feed at the Fiorella's. I love going to their farm. So much room. They are growing our organic, Thanksgiving turkeys for us. I saw them a couple of months ago when they were babies, now they're already enormous and they still have a few more weeks to go. Last night we went to Eric and Sharon's for dinner and had some comfort food, it started with a great dip, but Eric had soaked some pineapple cubes in vodka which was a great warm up. Dinner started with a nice spinach salad with Eric's pickled eggs in it, followed by rolled meat loaf, stuffed with prosciutto, provolone and arugala, then some mac n' cheese with broccoli. The dessert was Sharon's famous flourless chocolate cake, just wonderful. A really good time. Today was another terrific day to be outside. Danny made dinner and wow, was it good. He made angel hair and clams. I have to say that I haven't had any that good in years. Just perfectly done. I think I need to go up and get some more, not before I tell you about Finn's color study. I'm waiting on more instruction for the background, but it's pretty much finished. I have added some other touches to it since I took this photo, so maybe I'll show you that tomorrow night, but maybe not. Again, this is just a pastel study, so his fur looks a little more wiry than the oil painting will describe it.
Love this study! So good to meet you at the UM art show and see your nice work. We will enjoy the painting of quail eggs and feather! Hope to see you again next year if we both do the show, or some other time. Good luck with everything!
Such a pleasure to meet and talk art with you Stephanie. I love how you use the rich, vibrant colors with your pastels. Stay in touch and let me know when you're back in the area so we can get together.
All my best,
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Senor was our Chihuahua. He was very old, totally blind, deaf and appeared to have cancer. For the past two years he has laid beside me in his heated bed here in "our" studio. He used to love to go outside and most times stayed close by and when he became blind he could hear me call him when he started to wander too far. Deafness changed all of that and so we used a leash to take him out. It scared him too much, so he went out with me when I could sit with him in the sun and hold him, or if Josie and I took him out. Josie loved him, she still does. He loved her, which is very unusual, because like some Chihuahuas, Senor hated everybody, except Jeanie, Danny, Josie and I. People would think they could pick him up because he was so small, but he'd poop on them. He was the big boss. He just appeared to be tiny. Danny put a huge rock on his grave yesterday when he buried him. He said it was because Senor always perceived himself much larger than he actually was. Your typical big dog in a little dog body. He definitely had a "Napoleon Complex".
When Jay and Celeste got married, the tent rental company sent four Hispanic men to erect the tents and Senor ran outside to growl, bark and bite them. I followed him and was shouting at him in a very stern voice, "Senor, come here". "Senor, get over here right now!" Of course you guessed it, all four of the men stopped what they were doing and were heading my way, when I realized they all thought I was hollering at them I started laughing and really had them confused.
I feel like we should have put him down-- "to sleep" sooner, but he wasn't obviously suffering, so we didn't. The boys would argue with me about his "quality of life", but I didn't want to hear it.
Senor weighed less than four pounds, so when he did start to suffer, it was terribly pathetic.
I would like to believe that our pets go to heaven. I know it talks about Jesus coming back on a white horse, so there must be animals up there. I also wonder if there are animal ghosts, because if you've had a pet for a while and they die, don't you sometimes think you still hear them in the house? I do think I hear Senor. A couple of times it has felt like he brushed up against my leg while I'm here at the computer. I look down out of habit to see him, but he's not there. I don't know what that is. I wonder and then I cry. The drawing above is of Senor 12 years ago. "Senor as a Young Man", graphite on paper. I thought Senor was 17, but the vet says he was older. That was a couple of years ago. I just can't remember.
His portrait hangs in Josie's bedroom. She asked me last winter, when she was three, if she could have it. As I said, she really loves him, so do I.
Jeanie, I didn't know about Senor until I read this post. I'm so sorry. He really was a cute little thing!
Thank you Cine,
As much as he meant to me and as much as I loved him, cute is not the word I think of when he comes to mind, especially after 17 years. Nevertheless, I certainly appreciate your sentiments. Again, thank you.
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