I just love these two paintings, from the art deco period.

The dog in the first painting always draws me into the picture what has he seen to have made him look, was it a spoken word he heard? Either was he’s captured. (The dog might of course be a she the viewer is not shown any more than its head.)

In the second painting, and I see hope, dreams and beauty. It is as if you are yet again drawn in to the painting and sitting on the same beach during some magical time long ago.