Pencil, watercolor, & pastel


(At the Breakfast table, Durham, NC; Christmas, 2009)

This is a portrait of Herve and Kate at the kitchen table.  She’s my oldest West highland, who slavishly adores him and, weirdly enough, is extraordinarily jealous….she seems to have forgotten who’s fed her since I could hold her in one hand.

That, I suppose, is the way love goes…..and, yes, I stole the title from a movie I watched on a plane going from New York to Barcelona.  To be honest, I sort of liked it and could never understand why everyone I happen to like hated it.