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Dog v Cats

There is a difference.


I don't know about the rest of you, but for some reason, when I think of a dog, it's male, and if it's a cat, it's female. So maybe that is why this cartoon is not so funny but true.

I finished another piece this week. Well, I say finished. I might muck around with it a bit more because I could improve it. Technically, there are some problems with it, but more importantly, the piece is going in the direction I'm trying to get my work to go. The goal is to establish a representative style without trying to reach photorealism. As I've mentioned, as a lifelong photographer, this is a tough standard to re-collaborate.

Swinging On A Star
Guache 9 x 12

Sadly, I note the passing of a friend. Unfortunately, over the past couple of years, we've parted ways. However, that does not wipe out the more significant number of years Helen Nagler and her husband Len and I were friends. 
The group was stitched together. It contained families who had their kids in school at the same time, wanderers like my ex-wife, Maria and I and various other people added for one reason or another. 
The men labeled themselves The Royal Order Of Toads. The women were the Toadettes. The men addressed them as such at their own peril. This group was a social group that got together once a month to have dinner at a place determined r by one couple.
Helen and Len were royalty in this group because of their affable and welcoming nature. And they hosted the best damn New Year's Day party in the Fox Valley.
Helen served in County Government for many years. I think that her constituents and co-members would attest to her strong leadership and pragmatic approach to service.
Helen was one of the good ones. She will be missed.



 

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