No place like home

Alice is tired today and catching up on some rest. She swam on the weekend when we visited friends at their lakeside cottage, and it’s more activity than she’s used to.

In the summer she can’t run in the woods because of the tick problem. Instead she walks with me on the boring suburban streets, and it’s just not the same type of running and jumping over logs that she likes, and that keeps her in really good shape. So when she does get to run free and to swim, she has to recover for a few days afterwards.

I drew Alice today with two Pilot fountain pens: one extra-fine point filled with grey ink and one fine point filled with Platinum Carbon ink, in my Hahnemuhle portrait format A4 sketchbook. I didn’t have to go far to find her in the house. As always, she is by my side, whether I am in my office, working in my studio, or cooking in the kitchen. I have travelled a lot these past few months and feel quite bad about leaving her with our dog sitter when I go, even though she is lovingly cared for there. But of course, when I return, I can see that she is happiest here, on our daily walks, or in the house going from room to room and bed to bed.