Inktober day 24: Dizzy.
I’m half-remembering fairy tale, maybe called The Tinderbox, which featured a dog with eyes the size of dinner plates spinning in its head, from which the brave hero had to take a key to get to some kind of treasure or rescue somebody or something.
skydoggy
Shiraz the spaniel, perching on the back of the couch as we visit
First day of vacation. Trying to let go of anxious thinking, but those thoughts are toothy and slippery!
My grandmother was an accomplished portrait artist. I want to dedicate the month of April to her, by trying to improve my own meager skills at capturing likenesses on paper.
good dog jack is working on a bone
eyespider 