April 23, 2012
Jordi and I have some things in common. We’re both quiet in the morning and rev up towards evening. The middle of the day is the best time to paint him, after he’s had a nap in each of his secret sleeping spots around the garden, and before his eagerness for a walk makes him too excitable.
But he doesn’t like to be watched or drawn or painted. So I have to be sneaky about it, pretend to be looking at something else, or doing other jobs in between. Eventually his suspicions get the better of him. He gives me the eye, gets up slowly, and finds a more private place.
These little sketches are done quickly, acrylic on paper, from inconspicuous moments of observation, and then trying to remember in between.