Lance

My friend Sarah had a Husky named Lancelot. He died last week, and I felt very strongly to do a quick sketch for her. He turned out looking more wolf than husky, but... ah well, aren't all dogs a wolf on the inside?

I can tell I'm out of practice with sketching. This looks more like something I'd have done in High School. However, Sarah loved it, so the thought behind it counted for something. I definitely need to renew my "one piece of art a week" goal, though, so that I can my fingers back into practice.

the poem reads:

O freedom from Pain!
The joy of the chase
o'er moonlit glade!
To run unfettered
by mortal imperfections
while patiently waiting
for anticipated reunion
with loved ones left behind.