Last night while painting a big picture I looked over at my dog, Puck. She was sitting in the laundry basket that is her makeshift bed. I’d been thinking recently that I should paint her or draw her or something, so I painted a little picture.
If you look at it from the neck down, it’s alright, but when you include the head, it doesn’t really look like my dog.
This is, however, alright.
Tomorrow is another night.