Gypsy And The Tassel, 18″x24″, oil on canvas. Sold.
Poor Gypsy, I think she will forever be tormented by the lantern tassel. The other day it occurred to me that animals might be optimists. Every morning Finnegan waits by John’s side and watches him eat his breakfast. Every morning he anticipates John’s toast flying out of his hand and directly into his mouth. This of course never happens, but Finnegan still sits patiently waiting for the day that this event will take place. Maybe it’s because he’s not very smart, but I think it’s because he’s optimistic.
I was really trying to capture the feeling of September with this one. I call it the ‘sad light’ when the summer light starts to die and the autumn light takes over. September is also a strange month and feels a little unsettled. Of course, this year it might be because I have my trial this week. Remember those horrible Chinese knock offs of my work? Well, unfortunately it has lead to legal measures. I’ve kept it under wraps for the most part but I’m hoping that when it’s all said and done I will be able to share my experience more publicly in hopes of helping other artists who might find themselves in a similar situation.