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Dog and a Can of Lager



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Fri Sep 05, 2008 3:44 pm
Lauren says...



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Fri Sep 05, 2008 7:34 pm
tdownes says...



Hey, I remember seeing that when I came round [shortly before the end of the summer]
It's cute. So is the dog. But its face proportion looks slightly out. Did you copy that dog from your own memory> Is it a beagle or something. Looks like one.
And the explanation for the beer can? I can't read the lettering on the front...
I notice that the colouring is juddered about- but I completely understand. Canvas paper does that with any form of media [excluding material i.e. for collages]
That why when you paint you paint in layers to stop the canvas purposely showing through

Otherwise being slightly out of focus, and seemingly faded, I think you did a very good job *Gives cookie ^,^*
I love the dog's doleful look.

----T.
He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the storm and the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the Universe. And ...he's wonderful.
  





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Sat Sep 06, 2008 8:10 am
Lauren says...



Can see what you mean. But if you mean the cheek, it's meant to look flattened, as its against the ground.
It was meant to be a spaniel of some sort or other.
  








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