Here are some dog paintings I made for some family members last Christmas. The first is Sandy, a dog who is a little bit evil when it comes to barking. She just really wants to bark at all the mysterious things that might be lurking outside. And I do understand that, but girl, I need you to turn the volume down. I literally have a headache. There's no excuse. I know she's reading this.
The second is this painting of Millie and Moussa, two respectful dogs who possess all the unquestioning solitude of the ten-thousand-year-old spirit of a buddhist monk who haunts the temple in which you may find a special, high-stat bow to equip. They are serene, generally, but they are also little weirdos when activated fully. They reminded me of the unblinking, long silence of my first Furby (it had to be returned to the shop, because it didn't work right, but I had already formed a serious bond with the Furby within twenty minutes, so it was a devastating occasion for me).
Anyway, please just look at them. Gaze into their eyes. These are real dogs. Their essence has been transmuted to the page. You may hear a bark as you look.
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