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In Memory of a Cat

Monday, May 29th, 2017

He had a hard entrance into this world and a hard exit, but in between Snowball had a pretty good time. He was Sarah’s constant companion from 2003 until the 22nd of this month. Occasionally he’d deign to leave her side to teach me a few life lessons, such as it’s perfectly normal behavior to hide under the couch whenever Kathy’s relatives would visit or that it is never a bad time to take a nap. An even better lesson he taught me was never to hold a grudge. One may take understandably strong umbrage at having one’s tail stepped on, but it’s beneath one’s dignity to nurture the insult and let it fester. He taught me we all get our tails stepped on but since a lifetime is short, be it one life or nine, it shouldn’t be squandered in cramped pettiness when it can flourish in expansive forgiveness. He was one pretty smart cat. May he rest in peace.

“A Merry Old Soul (to Life!)”

Saturday, November 2nd, 2013

“Like God did God make man; male and female made He them.”

Albeit but a pale and stunted imitation of the Eternal’s, a father’s love for his children still defies earthly measurement or mortal description. To celebrate Sarah’s arrival into the world and her maturing, I’d hoped to do a series of paintings based on nursery rhymes. I was only able to paint a few over the years, the first one being Old King Cole. Together he and I welcomed new life into this old place. And the years tumbled by and my newborn infant was suddenly a toddler, her hair matted with peas and applesauce. And now that toddler stands suddenly before me a radiant young woman, her hair still matted with peas and applesauce. She so takes after her mother. Once another Old King Cole and I bid a joyous greeting to baby Sarah; now this one and I join in wishing her a wistful farewell as she becomes an independent adult. It seems only a few days ago I brought her into the world and now she’s all ready to go out into it to find her own place and make her own mark. I know from experience that it’s a scary old world but I also know from experience that Sarah can be even scarier. Through these all-too-short years, you’ve made this old man very merry indeed, Sarah. Go get ‘em, girl!

One last bit of purple prose pontificating. Nothing is symmetrical in this piece, Sarah, everything is lopsided. That’s my preemptive visual sermon if someone should ever tell you that your life should be perfectly balanced, predictable, safe and unvaryingly pleasant. Such a fate may be fine for a goldfish in its bowl, but it’s a miserable lot for a human being. Almost everything in this life is slightly out of plumb, asymmetrical, off-kilter and askew. It’s rare to have a perfect fit. Although that might be irritating at times, it also means that no door can ever be irreversibly shut in this life, it’s always slightly ajar — and that’s part of the adventure that makes this life worth the living.

“A Wolf’s Head”

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

Gene Lehman motivated me to draw this piece for my daughter, Sarah. As devoted nature lovers, Gene and Sarah share a similar passion.

He once created a card with a perfectly executed profile of a fox. That card served as the inspiration for me to attempt this drawing.

I recall using two sources for this piece. One was a “National Geographic” photograph, but the other source is now lost down the dark and winding path that is Amnesia Lane.

It is not without its faults. The most glaring example is the snout. Poor creature.

Regardless, I have a certain warm affection toward it since it is both an homage to a great artist and a gift to my daughter.