I love Wilson. Wilson is a Weimaraner who was born without a neck. His adorable head is just right on his shoulders, it looks basically how you would imagine it. He was one of the sweet dog boys that I would care for back when I worked at the kennel on Lajes Field Air Base. ... Continue Reading →
Back in 2012, I took on a 366 sketches project. The thing is--after a while, 33 drawings, 79 drawings, 165 drawings, 283 drawings--my imagination would wear thin every so often, and reference images were very helpful as a source for inspiration when my mind would just get blank.
“I want to be upfront with you,” the desperation is evident in her voice. “She doesn’t like little dogs, and she is aggressive with children.” I can hear her voice quivering with tears over the phone, and my stomach is in knots—hoping at the end of all this I can save a life. I know... Continue Reading →