My dogs and I walked to ‘Coyote Meadow’ this morning. No coyotes in sight. It is warmer now and more people milling about so I won’t see them much until the winter fog rolls in. So Buddha is once again off leash. He is a runner. but he always comes back. He watches me from the corner of his eye to see the moment when I have been distracted and am no longer keeping my eye on him. Then he just sort of blends into the trees. He is a bit wild in this way. I suppose it could be because I have always allowed him space to roam. He’s a good dog. Just untrustworthy. Just need to keep him from penetrating the deep woods and meeting the coyotes.
He is into a bit of adventure, eh? This is interesting for the serious watchful look that also appears to be a warning message … “Don’t mess with me,” he says.
Wonderful.
Jamie
Very odd. These aren’t coyote eyes and they aren’t wolf eyes and my dog Buddha has sweet eyes even if they are a bit sneaky. Perhaps a message for me?
What a beautiful portrait… Those eyes!
I was surprised by the eyes because I didn’t intend to painting them that way. You never know what will appear.
the eyes and that dragonfly beauty! I wondered if she began as a splat you found her in! the fun of the watercolor dance. you make me yearn for my paints! xx
My mind was always on the dragonfly. I think the coyote was a ‘splat.’
Beautiful! He’s right out of a dream I had recently–those intense amber eyes! Love it! I would like to buy this one, Gretchen, but I have to wait until Thursday when I get paid. 🙂 Would it be possible to arrange that?
Almost all of the aceo paintings that are posted to my blog are sold in ebay auction with payment through paypal. Since this painting does not yet have a bid attached, I can remove it. I can either post it to an Etsy reserve for you personally where I can take personal credit cards as well as paypal. The price for the aceo if listed in Etsy is $25. No shipping charges. Let me know so that I can remove it from auction. Many Blessings Gretchen
Etsy it is! Let me know the URL when it’s posted and I’ll purchase it this Thursday. Every time I look at this one, I feel like it belongs to me. It compels me, like a clue left by the universe deep in some subconscious labyrinth down which I have followed the dream it reminds me of. It speaks. I hear it. That’s what art does, I think, that’s what it’s for.