January 28, 2009

White Dog sat next to me as I selected tubes of paint from my cart and chose a brush. She peered over my shoulder as I squeezed raw colors onto the palette and mixed them to match my vision. I dipped my brush in water. I looked at her and she at me..."Ready?" I asked mopping up golden yellow. White Dog sighed an affirmation and snuggled in along my leg. The brush left its virgin kiss on a new canvas. Once again we were painters not exhibitionists!