the sheer beauty of this piece baffles me every time
please god I need this
I finished the painting. I’m entering it in an art prize. Finger’s crossed.
i remember the day we go precious. we drove to niagara falls to some lady’s house. her lawn was littered with curly tailed, sandy brown puppies. i was a little overwhelmed. then i looked over at this bush and saw this little puppy, hiding. i fell in love immediately. my introverted little puppy, just like me. its been a blissful almost 14 years with her. she was so sweet, shy and a little weird. but she loved me, and i loved her. so it really hurts to loose her. i just wanted her to make it one more year, until i found a apartment that allowed pets so she could live with me. i felt like i abandoned her, thats why she got so sick. but i know thats not true. im just super sad. she was my baby. no one will ever take her place. but i know shes better now. i like to imagine a place where shes laying under a big tree with Sugar (our other dog we had to let go three years ago) drinking water and chasing birds. theres no lightning, no skunks, and no meter readers to bother her.
i love you Precious.
"Her blonde hair was part of an attempt to to start over and adopt a new persona, following her first suicide attempt in August of 1953." Plath, who had spent six months in psychiatric care following the suicide attempt, had seemed to improve greatly by the the summer of 1954. This period of time has been lovingly referred to by her biographers as her “platinum summer.”
we had to put Precious down yesterday. my baby. you were the sweetest dog, my best friend. I love you so much.
Girl, an ongoing series
by Lora Mathis