The Dog Ate my Painting

This is the scoundrel that perpetrated the crime.

This is a  sketch of my lovely little girl, Hannah, a West Highland Terrier.  She was lying beside me and just put her head on my lap and was looking up at me wondering what I was doing.

I thought it was time that I drew my dog,  it didn’t seem right that a dog lover would be only drawing cats.  I haven’t drawn a fluffy dog before, nor had I owned one before, had some difficulty in drawing a white dog on a white page.  Next time I will try dark coloured paper to see if that makes it any easier.

Little did I know the mischief that she was about to be up too.

For the last few weeks I had been happily (if slowly) working away on my next painting.  It was to be another large work and I had done the basic sketch, painted the background and was just starting to work on adding the pencil details.  It was at the stage when I wasn’t sure if it was going to work as it was a painting of a Banksia somewhat fluffy, which was different from my other smooth flowers I had previously done.  I was struggling with how this was going to work with the strong outlines that I been using.  But the question was sorted for me.

So readers I have not posted in a while because the dog ate my painting.  (I could not wait to use that line).  It was my fault as I had left it on the ground for a few days and it was clearly too much temptation.  A lesson learned, and I am not too upset as I had a few issues that needed to be resolved in the work, so I will just have to start again, or call it fate and begin on something new.

Karen