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.
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