All dogs are guide dogs of a sort because they open up the instant and point in the direction of living there. Mine did that while she was alive and she's still doing it, so many things seem framed by the quirky, pesky, insistant Louise. I know I am lucky. So that luck comes out in my art.
Collage with postage, telegraph, origami paper, watercolor, marker, pencil and a book page illustration from 1750. Louise is at bottom right as a puppy. The telegraph came from friend Monica in an assortment of photographs that were passed down to her by a missionary couple.
I'm working now on my last card/fabric piece for the November show. After this, all is accomplished and I'm free to make whatever comes to mind. Hmmmmm, still thinking.....
Myth has always fascinated me back to the 4th grade when a teacher had the temerity to veer off subject and cover the Greek gods and goddesses. When Inese's folder of information about all things Latvian came I knew I wanted to summarize their religion and it became a journal page. Ellen kindly included stamps to work with and also underlined the most important parts of the Latvian pagan beliefs. After reading them I truly don't understand how Christianity supplanted this system (apparently, it didn't happen quickly and took some 500 years). This page is some collage, stamping, color pencil and watercolor text.
She had many names, probably because her legend couldn't be contained in just one. She was named at the shelter because each time the vet techs came to see her she'd screech, howl and scream and they'd all roll their eyes and mutter "geez Louise"! The sign on the door to her concrete cubicle said "must have patience" but we took her anyway. She learned every trick and became a whiz at agility, she'd even get me a tissue when I sneezed, no lie. For the last 10 months she had heart failure and nothing could will that away but on her last day (who knew) she trotted down the alley to get her treat from Pat, rolled in the grass and never let on anything was wrong until she got into bed at 9PM. She even made it up the stairs unassisted! She was a good smart girl. To paraphrase Will Rogers, if she's not in heaven then I want to go where she went! Journal page tribute to my Louise, collage, a bit of fur.