A Miss Moon Christmas. Lesson Three: You Can Herd Sheep And You Can Herd Cows, But Try As You Might, You Cannot Herd Snowmen, oil on canvas, 10″x14″. For sale on etsy.
Isn’t this so true? Miss Moon really has her work cut out for her with this enthusiastic and hardworking bunch. I think the Welsh Corgi (yes that is a Corgi at the front in the Santa hat even if it doesn’t really resemble one) is going to be devastated when he realizes that he’s really not being very effective, but the English Sheepdog, Sheltie, and Border Collie are all in various stages of acceptance.
This is the last Miss Moon Christmas painting until next year’s holiday season!
A Miss Moon Christmas. Lesson One: Do Not Mistake People Wearing Green Coats For Christmas Trees. Oil on canvas, 11″x14″. Sold
What is this? Could it be that Miss Moon has returned? Has she packed up her brood of sixty-seven dogs including Mitford The Monkey, and Pink Parrot (who prefers to stay indoors) and brought them to the Canadian countryside to impart some very important (and utterly ridiculous) Christmas lessons on them? Has she collected new dogs along the way as well? Oh, I think she has. Some of her teachings are more winter lessons, as I’m sure Mr. Bitters, a stickler for detail has already pointed out to her, but they are still quite relevant and very useful during the holiday season.
As these paintings are seasonal, I’m only going to release the first three lessons before Christmas and then she will return next year in time for the holidays.
I’ve been getting some emails wanting to know more about the release of the English version of Miss Moon The Dog Governess book, and I hope to know more details next month.
ps- Mr. Bitters has also pointed out that dogs can’t see the colour green but has confirmed that they can sense it. He also claims that ‘Pink Parrot’ is actually a pink cockatoo and he feels Miss Moon should change his name to reflect that. She won’t.
Mademoiselle Moon, the French version of Miss Moon is now available! You can purchase it online here or order one from Fanfare Books in Stratford, Ontario. The book also received a great review in Montreal’s Le Devoir! I hope to have more information on the English language version in the next few weeks- stay tuned.
Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess. Lesson Twenty: Celebrate Your Accomplishments With Family And Good Friends. Oil on canvas, 12″x16″. Sold.
It seems that Miss Moon has completed her lesson plan! Fortunately it looks like she doesn’t have to grade papers but instead is dishing out ice cream to a bunch of stunned and exhausted students. Except of course, the King Charles Spaniel (Finnegan) who appears to have made a moat of hotdogs around his little cushion. This is true to life. He has a deep seated fear of food being taken from him, even though no one has ever dared (or wanted to) touch his food.
One has to wonder though if Bernie graduated. He isn’t wearing a graduation cap, just his red beret. Could he be showing his rebellious artistic temperament? Or possibly Miss Moon felt he just wasn’t ready? Hmmm.. I guess you will just have to buy the book in September to find out if he did graduate.. I’ll keep you posted on the release date and other pertinent bits of information on the book as they come.
To see all the fun details of the painting please click here.
Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess. Lesson Nineteen: Be A Good Sport. Life Is More Fun When You Get Your Hair Wet. Oil on canvas, 11″x14″. Sold.
I think there is some subtext to this painting. At first glance, it appears that Miss Moon is conveying this particular lesson to the three fancy dogs standing on the boat with her. However, if you look closer….and I mean much closer, you can see Miss Moon’s eyes are staring directly at Mr. Bitters. He is properly attired for swimming (minus bow-tie) and he is actually ‘on’ the water, but he is not exactly in it- is he? I think he’s hoping that Miss Moon will consider this to be close enough, but we know it isn’t. Also, notice how he is always wearing orange and red? I suspect this is a reference Miss Moon’s lovely red hair.
Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess. Lesson Eighteen: Nurture The Environment And You Will Never Be Hungry. Oil on canvas, 11×14″. Sold.
Only two more Miss Moon lessons to go before the series is complete- sniff sniff. I’ve been working on some larger pieces (non Miss Moon) so if you are in the market for something a little larger than my usual sizes please keep an eye on the shop this month. I can’t give a better estimated time of completion as I never know what twists and turns these paintings have in store for me. Stay warm everyone!
Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess. Lesson Seventeen: Present Yourself With Poise, Dignity, And Grace. A Good Walk Is Not A Race. 12″x14″, oil on canvas. Sold.
This is an appropriate lesson for Finnegan who is the biggest spaz on our walks. My mother would correctly point out that it’s because he was never trained properly. However, I’ve seen some King Charles Spaniels that have gone through rigorous training classes that are still naughty walkers. When Finnegan was a puppy, he would have something called ‘puppy terrors’. He would be trotting along quite fine then something would snap: too much green grass, too much sidewalk space, too much of a good smell and he would stop everything and run in a furious circle at top speed leaving me wrapped up like a mummy in his leash. I never knew that this behavior had a name until a woman who was walking a very calm golden retriever shouted out to me from across the street that he had a bad case of the ‘puppy terrors’. Even though Finnegan is no longer a puppy and the terrors have dwindled, he still pulls on his leash much more than necessary, stops short, and refuses to walk west.
Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess. Lesson Sixteen: Practice The Art Of Good Conversation; Listen More Than You Speak. Oil on canvas, 12″x14″. Sold.
We’ve all been here haven’t we? Stuck next to someone at a party who has a whole lot to say. Anyone have a good technique to get away from a non-stop talker? I sometimes practice the wine guzzle method so that I can get away under the guise of refreshing my glass. It’s a very flawed method though, as I inevitably end up stuck again in the same predicament and there’s only so many times that you can chug a glass of wine before you start to get a reputation.
Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess. Lesson Fifteen: Be Generous With Your Love. Oil on canvas, 11″x14″. Sold.
I tried to get this painting completed before Christmas but just couldn’t pull it together. Was it just me or did this Christmas seem to be on steroids? Normally we have a quiet and small Christmas, but my brother and family were in Ottawa (normally they are in England) and so on Boxing Day I took the train to see them. I think I ate four Christmas dinners, at least two pounds of Christmas cake, and quite possibly a partridge and a pear tree. Needless to say, I am confined to stretchy pants for the next two weeks.
Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess. Lesson Six: Don’t Be Afraid Of The Dark. The Creatures Of The Night Are More Afraid Of You Than You Should Be Of Them. 14″x18″, oil on canvas. Sold.
I attempted to paint more ‘scary’ dogs this time but not sure if that really comes across. I think they just look like gentle giants. Although the German Shepherd is based on a dog that bit me when I was younger and he looks rather nasty. His name was ‘Shamus’ (never will forget that terrible name) and he terrorized me for at least a year. He was our neighbors’ dog and for some reason they took to chaining him up in their garage with the door open just around the time that I would return home from school every afternoon. I’m not sure what his problem was exactly- maybe the chain, or maybe it was simply me, but he was one angry dog. Every afternoon I tried to tiptoe by his house, desperately hoping not to be noticed by him, but he always spotted me and always went mental. Finally the day came when the chain broke and he tore after me. Somehow I managed to get to my house and got the garage door open just as he lunged at me and bit the back of my leg. After that, Shamus was confined to the backyard and I rarely ever saw him again, but his memory haunts me sometimes. He will always be the scariest dog in the world to me. He seems to like Miss Moon though, and I think he’s turned from a boy to a girl judging by his pink sleep mask- or maybe he has mellowed a little and acquired an affection for pink.
Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess. Lesson Five: Master Your Survival Skills Even When You Know You Will Never Need Them. Oil on canvas, 12″x24″. Sold.
If you want to view the detail in this painting, I recommend clicking on the etsy link below to view the different close-ups. I don’t have a lot to say about this piece….it speaks for itself, although I should mention that I decided to finish it suddenly once I couldn’t get the idea that the second Russian Borzoi (blue hat) was really beginning to look like Edith from Downton Abbey. Either my brain is fried, or I’ve been watching that show way too much. Not to say that Edith looks like a dog, in fact, I think she’s looking really good this season with the sassy hairdo and pretty outfits, but I think most people have their dog counterparts. Ever think what yours may be?
Side fact: I must say ‘I want a Borzoi‘ at least once a day. John always follows this statement with a resounding ‘No’. I’ll work on him. To quote my favourite line from ‘No Country For Old Men’- the same line I used when I decided to get Finnegan: You Can’t Stop What’s Coming.
I should also mention that I do have some non-Miss Moon material coming up. I’ve been working on some figurative pieces, one of which is fairly large. Fingers crossed that it works out.
Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess. Lesson Four: A Well-Mannered Dog Is A Well-Bred Dog, oil on canvas, 10″x12″. Sold.
A very important lesson indeed. It appears that all but one is paying attention to Miss Moon -sorry beagle lovers, but he needs a little more training. I feel that Mr. Bitters (far left) is taking this lesson very seriously. Mr. Bitters? Yes, well to me, he looks like an old timey bartender because of the mustache, which made me think of the ‘Old Fashioned’ cocktail, which made me think of bitters, which is where his name came from. See the logic? In fact, they all have names, but I won’t get into that now- another time perhaps after a cocktail or two I could bore everyone to death with the peculiar names that I’ve given all of them.