I had a dog growing up who had a face just like a fox. Narrow head, pointed nose, and that quintessential dark and beautiful coloring around her almond eyes. She was one of the most affectionate creatures I’ve ever met, constantly pawing at you for pets, and rolling on to her back for anyone who was able to give a good tummy rub. Every time I see a fox, especially the ones that get curiously close to me on the trail, I have to stop myself from reaching out as I’ve momentarily forgotten about their wildness. All I can ever see is one of my old best friends.
13.5×15.5 Acrylic on extended canvas.
I had a dog growing up who had a face just like a fox. Narrow head, pointed nose, and that quintessential dark and beautiful coloring around her almond eyes. She was one of the most affectionate creatures I’ve ever met, constantly pawing at you for pets, and rolling on to her back for anyone who was able to give a good tummy rub. Every time I see a fox, especially the ones that get curiously close to me on the trail, I have to stop myself from reaching out as I’ve momentarily forgotten about their wildness. All I can ever see is one of my old best friends.
13.5×15.5 Acrylic on extended canvas.
