He was an Afghan Hound name Kabul. Since him I have had other Afghan Hounds.... Perhaps I am looking for his ghost. He is the only one that I sometimes think about. Often, if he comes in to my mind when I am working, it alters what I do. The nose on the face I am drawing gets longer and sharper. The hair of the woman I am sketching gets longer and fluffy, resting against her cheeks like his ears rested against his head. -Pablo Picasso
Sunday, March 29, 2009
My camera ran out of juice today, so not one picture was taken. Instead here is a painting I did this weekend. Much easier to take a picture of a dog that paint one.
Posted by Katie Stensberg at 8:24 PM