The gift of life returned.
Pushing legs to chest fetal position comforted by a blanket is it enough.
Keeping her eye on the ball
What does he see from his front porch sunny day?
Lovingly watching as her little puppy stares at something in the distances.
Not all power is the same.
This painting is in response to statements that all my painting of lately are of faeces. Something I have also been thinking. It was not an easy to change subject or no if the work was going anywhere. Am still not sure if it is any good. Milkweed is the subject from a picture I took this summer in the back field.