White Dog Art

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the night the stars fell

In Art Watercolor Gallery, Wild Things on April 23, 2020 at 4:50 pm

watercolor 4/2020

There is a traditional Lakota story. It is told that a beautiful woman appeared and gave the tribes profound teachings. She gave them seven sacred ceremonies to protect Mother Earth and the ceremonial pipe. After imparting the wisdom she transformed into a white buffalo calf. To this day the white buffalo remains a symbol of that mystical appearance of ‘White Buffalo Calf Woman.’

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rolling thunder

In Art Watercolor Gallery, Wild Things, Wolves on April 20, 2020 at 12:18 pm

watercolor 5 x 7 4/2020

Only when the last tree has died

and the last river been poisoned

and the last fish been caught

will we realise we cannot eat money

…….Cree Indian proverb

keeper of the dream time

In Art Watercolor Gallery, brown bear, Wild Things on April 9, 2020 at 3:35 pm

watercolor 5 x 7 4/2020

The Bear is the keeper of the dream time, and stores the teachings of dreams until the dreamer wakes up to them. Many Native American tribes have called this space of inner-knowing the Dream Lodge, where the death of the illusion of physical reality overlays the expansiveness of eternity.

 

the maus garden

In Art Watercolor Gallery, Dharma Dogs on April 6, 2020 at 3:33 pm

watercolor 8 x 11 4/2020

This is a portrait of my Queensland Heeler ‘Maus.’ She passed from this world on October 13, 2019. She was 16 years old. Her passing came 2 months to the day of my other Queensland ‘Buddha.’ I paint these memorials for my pets who have traveled on and I can no longer hold in my arms. This one might have been the most painful…..the painting that is….so it has taken me a very long time to complete. Too many tears to bear and not able to let go of her form. They both gave me great love and I loved them the same in return. I drew a final sketch the morning before Maus died. I knew she was ill and would not be with me much longer. The vet said she was not in pain and that I would have her another few months. It was good news but I sensed that she would be gone quickly. When I draw I feel the soul alive in my fingers when I touch the body with my eyes so it was important to touch her that way in one last drawing. They were my beloved companions.

Maus being a frisbee addict

Both dogs spent most of their lives running in the mountain woods and swimming in the lake. Maus after a dip in the lake.

Maus and Buddha messing with the sheet changing process

A portrait of Maus

A last drawing of Maus