The Remains of the Day

In "The Remains of the Day" the hero returns from a very long day at work, to find that he has been away so long, a large tree has grown in his living room. His little terrier looks at  him as if to say "Sorry, but there was nothing I could do to prevent this".  He decides to make  the best of the remains of his day, so he strips down to his boxers, makes himself a scotch, and climbs up to the roof terrace to relax.  It is the story of the "everyman". In literature  and drama, the term everyman has come to mean an ordinary individual, with whom the audience or reader is supposed to be able to identify easily, and who is often placed in  extraordinary circumstances. The three panels that make up the triptych are each 18" high by 24" wide.

Here is the preliminary sketch for the panels-graphite on paper

Goodnight Moon Limited Edition Prints

Goodnight Moon

Giclee Prints available from now until December 10th

24" x 24" 

signed, limited edition

printed on archival watercolor paper

I have had so many requests for prints of Goodnight Moon (must be the title!), I have decided to do a limited edition that will be available leading up to the holidays. The price is $375 plus $15 for shipping. (if you are nearby I will  deliver it to you!)
Email me by December 10th if you would like to order one, and I can get it to you by Christmas.

Portrait of Plutarque on the cover of JAVMA

I am honored that the oil on panel I did of Plutarque (aka Plume) is on the cover of  the October 15th issue of the Journal of American Veterinary Medical Association. This is especially exciting because I love veterinarians! Thanks to Michael Connor, Plutarque's owner, for submitting the painting! To read more about Plutarque click here.  http://www.kathrynfreeman.blogspot.com/2012/07/plutarque.html

http://avmajournals.avma.org/action/showLargeCover?issue=40019032

For the Love of Dogs

As a compassionate lover of dogs and as an advocate of animal rescue I am constantly seeing animals who are saved by rescue organizations that are in heartbreaking physical condition from neglect and abuse and in dire need of veterinary care. Every time I see one, I want to respond with a donation to help the organization to save the dog. A couple years ago I decided that I would start doing portraits of dogs and that each time I did a portrait I would make a donation for a specific dog in need that had captured my heart.

Recently the timing of this was like clockwork. A dear friend asked me to paint a beautiful spaniel named Milo. It was to be a thank you gift for her close friends who live in Italy. Milo has the most glorious life a dog could imagine in a beautiful place, going out on boats regularly and playing on the beach. His owners love him deeply and take very good care of him. His coat shines, he is athletic and healthy and has a huge smile. It was a joy to paint such a happy dog and it was also a joy to paint his surroundings of blue sky and cobalt water with the Capri Faraglioni behind him on the horizon.  Just after I painted this little portrait, I heard about another dog- Griffin, who had just been rescued by Second Chance Rescue in NYC. When Griffin was found he was so emaciated he couldn't raise his head. He needed immediate and intensive vet care and Second Chance set up a fund for him- which I was able to contribute to because of the portrait of Milo. Two dogs worlds apart in their life situation and their health, but I truly believe that animals share souls and in some strange way Milo and Griffin's souls will always be connected.

Owl

"Owl" 

oil on panel, 24" x 30"

More Dogs on Wheels...

Beagle and Beamer, oil on panel, 9" x 12"

Chevy with Terriers, oil on panel, 9" x 12"

Here are two more paintings in my
Dogs on Wheels series. These were both done on request of specific dogs, and in the case of the top one- in specific cars. Happy Summer!

Forest Nocturne

Forest Nocturne

I am easily disoriented by

by the shortening days

as winter’s breath creeps up

and darkness looms.

But I forget,

and take a walk

that is a little too long

for the allotted daylight.

As the sun begins to settle

behind the trees

and the shadows lengthen

into nothingness,

I feel a presence in the woods.

The warm earth cools

and the rising mist

veils the rock masses

and fallen trees.

And the audience begins to assemble

in their usual places

for the evening concert.

I am the uninvited guest.

So I hasten my pace

towards home.