There’s a chance you can also recall a particular outfit he once wore-a green blazer and black turtleneck-and you most certainly remember Brocky and Twiggy, and how they sometimes liked to face in opposite directions. But if you’re here, you know Weaving’s face: his long beard and white hair tousled by a breeze, his weary but warm eyes sitting just beneath his dark, bushy brows. Maybe you’ll even feel inspired to share the story of your dog or pet … and maybe, one day, I’ll even get to paint for you.How ‘Goodfellas’ Serves As the Bridge Between ‘The Godfather’ and ‘The Sopranos’ Songs of Love and Hate: “Layla” and Martin Scorsese’s ‘Goodfellas’ The ‘Goodfellas’ Wedding Is Key to Understanding Henry HillĪfter Weaving’s death in 1987, a bronze bust of him was installed in the Shannon Harbour. I hope you will connect with me here on my blog. I leave you with the knowing that Trucker’s story is coming. I also hope it will help you more deeply understand that beautiful relationship you have with your beloved four-legged friend. I hope, in reading my story, you will get to know me better and have a greater understanding of why I do what I do. I am committed to being with the enormity of what one gentle giant,my precious American Bulldog known as Trucker, meant to me. I am committing to allowing my words to reach you even when my tears flow. So today, I am committed to begin sharing the story of my journey with you. I am just realizing now that so much of what I ask of my clients, I have been unwilling to do myself. Our animals simply have a way of opening our hearts, and in doing so, sometimes we cry. This is true whether they are still with us here on earth … or have passed on. I understand that what an animal means to us, and how they affect our lives, often brings us to tears. The truth is, no one commissions a painting for their animal if they don’t feel a heart connection with their pet. If you were to ask me to paint a portrait of your beloved pet, I would ask you to share their story… your story. Maybe it is because the anniversary of the day Trucker came into our lives is just a week away. Maybe it is because today is Easter, which, for Christians, is a time of new beginnings. Today, in the yoga studio, as I soak in this stream of light, I feel emboldened. Well, more than 12 months have gone by and Trucker’s tale remains untold. Suddenly telling my muse’s story felt doable … enjoyable, even. I imagined it would be simpler to share it in bits and pieces and just let it unfold. When I renovated my website about a year ago, and added a blog page, I felt more at ease around telling Trucker’s story. It was that the emotion underneath them felt overwhelming to me. The problem was not that I didn’t have the words. Like the blog, however, the page remained empty. It was here I had intended to tell the story of the very special/powerful dog that dramatically changed my life, a dozen years ago – who, in his own way, led me to my current life’s work and passion as an animal portraitist and painter of dogs. When I created my first website years ago, I included a page titled, Trucker’s Story. After only a few entries, in fact, my blog has sat still for the past six months. I’m aware that none of those words has ever made it to my blog or computer. (No matter, though, since I am not stopping to try.) Throughout the winter I have written hundreds of pages here (no laptop yet). Pen in hand, words stream onto the paper with such velocity I can barely read my handwriting. Right now, I am sprawled on the floor nestled in a sunbeam. I come here every morning to meditate and to write. I am in a room where the sun pours in, and casts magical swathes of light across the floor. It is early morning, Easter Sunday, and I am alone in an empty yoga studio. Writing Trucker’s Story…Not Quite as Easy as Painting it
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