Olive

“Olive” – commissioned pet portrait by Q. Rumbley.

My first pet portrait is complete and off to it lovely owner. I’m a bit sad to see it go. I really enjoyed working on this. I was a bit taken aback at how over joyed the client was at the finished piece. It can be a bit surprising when you see how much your work means to someone else but that’s one of the reasons why I create art; it’s the opportunity to bring a bit of delight and awe into someone else’s life that means a lot to me. So I’m looking forward to my next commission challenge whenever it may come. Until then I’ve got my sights on doing something for Valentine’s Day.

In Another Life…

“Olive” (wip)

…I must of been one of those Tibetan Buddhist monks that did sand mandalas. That is the only reasonable explanation I can conjure up for how I can sit for hours, hunched over, tapping little dots of ink on to a piece of paper to form images. It may be a little far fetched but it sounds much more interesting than my usual response of “I’m insane.” whenever friends and family asks me “How can you sit there and do that?” Truth be told, it’s a mystery even to me but a past life as a Buddhist sand mandala making monk works, so that’s my story and I’m sticking with it. 😋

Anyhoo, I’ve got another layer of ink to lay down on this adorable puppy face. Luckily the body is mostly white or I might end up having to buy another pack of pens.

(Tibetan Buddhists creating sand mandala.)

Miss Her Much

It’s been a year now since she moved on from this plane. I miss the sound of her little paws racing down the hall, coming to greet me whenever I return home. Part of me longs to get another feline companion, yet part of me feels it’s too soon and fears going through the trauma of loss again. They don’t live as long as us and I’m still young enough to out live another furry friend. Maybe I’ll wait until I’m 60 to bring one home again. We’re bound to leave this world together then…or at least I won’t be too far behind. For now though, my heart still aches from the loss and yet longs for the void to be filled. I think I’ll always miss my little buttercup but it’s still too soon for me to move on.

The Absence of Paw & Purr

Sasha Bordeaux

May 17, 2002 – August 14, 2016

To the sweetest creature who filled us with tenderness and affection. You gave us 14 wonderful years. The warmth of your paw, the nuzzle of your little pink nose and the sound of your soothing purr will be deeply missed. The silence from your absence is deafening inside these four walls. Rest peacefully my tender sweet bohemian kitty for you will always be our “little buttercup”.  😢