From the flat files of yesteryear, here's another bone drawing. As I explained in yesterday's post, after my beloved dog Annie died, I had her cremated. The ashes had chunks of bone, which rattled my bones, and a series of bone drawings ensued. I even mixed a small amount of her ashes into the paint, until I was told that it was illegal to do so. (I need a fact check on this). I then started using copious amounts of ashes in the paint, but aesthetically it wasn't very pleasing. Cremains aren't very sensuous, legal or not.
I did the above drawing on the eve of the new millennium. Annie had been slowly dying of cancer, and that night she let me know she was ready to go. You can tell from her facial expression how unhappy she is. She'd always been such a sweet dog, but that night she was miserable, and didn't even want me touching her. That's when I knew that it was time. Sweet Annie. Such an honor to usher her to death's door.
Top: Bone, Brain, Balance, mixed media on paper, 2000.