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If Reincarnation Exists I Hope I Come Back As A Dog…Or A Cat.

dog on couch
Couch surfing takes on a whole new life when you are a dog.

If I die and come back to earth I hope I get to be a dog. More specifically I hope I get to be my dog. I realize that is probably impossible even if reincarnation exists. It would require a time machine and some sort of quantum physics, science fiction scenario that I probably shouldn’t even try to talk about because I can’t even explain quantum physics in a way that makes any sense. To support my claim on the “life of dog” I desperately desire, I have made an extensive list on the benefits of being a dog in my home.

1. They are walked twice a day and often more than that. This is more exercise and more “outdoors” time than I have gotten in over two years.

2. They do not have to wash dishes, cook meals or wear clothes (very little laundry).

3. They sleep 22 hours a day (well, that’s what it looks like). I can’t even begin to describe my level of sleep deprivation. At this point, why bother? I’m tired and these dogs mock me with their napping…on MY couch.

4. Their only job is to bark and look rabid when someone knocks at the door. The last time I raised my voice in any kind of protest, Tiny-Small told me, “Calm down, Mama.”

5. They don’t have to waste any time showering or smelling nice. Everyone expects them to stink. It’s not that I want to stink, but imagine how much I could get done if I didn’t have to shower? Or bathe a toddler? Also, when dogs want to smell good they just roll on something dead. They don’t have to spend the money they were going to use to pay the electric bill on the latest celebrity perfume. I know it sounds gross, but I think we would understand better once we were living in a dog’s body.

6. You can spend all day long sunbathing. Nobody will call you lazy or lecture you about wearing sunscreen.

7. You get to wear a fur coat every single day and nobody will say you are inhumane to animals or throw red paint on you.

8. You can pass gas without having to say “excuse me.” The worst thing that will happen is you will be sent outside to resume your sunbathing.

9. You never have to pretend you like someone. You can just growl in their general direction.

Tiny-Small can paint as well as any horse…or dog.

10. If you were a dog and you painted this it would sell in five minutes. Just look at this horse, making the big bucks (did you see his self-portrait?). The best thing for my art career might be to become a dog artist. I’ve gotten paint in my mouth before so it’s not like it would be THAT different anyway.

If you don’t like being a dog you can make plans to come back as a cat…they have even cushier lives.

Not Mickey getting his lazy on.

Conversations Around This Painting

This self-portrait was photographed at night so the colors appear warmer than they really are.

I finished my self-portrait yesterday. Jim and I tend to talk about what I am painting and it’s often comical because we have very different tastes in art, plus we are married so we tend to not mince words. He surprises me sometimes with what he says. He can simultaneously be my worst critic and my biggest cheerleader. I think that is a good thing. Here are a few conversations we had around this painting.

When I first started sketching it I started with a bird:

Me: What do you think so far?

Jim: That’s a nice horse.

Me: It’s a bird!

Jim: What? Wait, let me look at it again.

That’s when I ordered one of these.

drawing eraser
The eraser of my dreams. It magically turns horses into birds.

I also cried to my friends on Facebook. I erased their faces and names to protect the innocent from my shenanigans. One person empathized and the other basically told me I might be a genius. At least, that is how I chose to read it.

Facebook shot.
Just me and a couple of artistic types commiserating and being geniuses together.

Then Jim had a dream:

Jim: Last night I dreamt that you became a famous artist and we traveled all over the world showing your paintings.

Me: Really?

Jim: Yeah, it was really cool, except nobody could remember my name. They kept calling me “Lillian’s husband.” It was weird because I am not used to that. I am used to being the main guy.

Me: That bothered you?

Jim: It did at first, until I remembered that you were rich and famous and I didn’t have to work anymore. Then I kind of liked the idea.

bird and flower art painting
Close up progress shot on the bird that was almost a horse.

Then there was Tiny-Small:

Tiny-Small: That my Mama.

Me: That’s right. You can recognize me?

Tiny-Small: (picks up paint brush) I help. I make it better.

Me: Noooooooooo!

Close up progress shot of my face. Tiny-Small thought the masking fluid on my nose was honey.


Me: I finished my painting.

Jim: Let me see.

<Long awkward silence>

Me: I know the eyes are a little weird.

Jim: Yeah, you have some crazy eyes.

Me: I think it’s because the eye on the right is bigger.

Jim: Yep.

Me: But, my left eye really is bigger than my right eye.

Jim: Yep. It looks just like you.

Me: Yeah, my eyes are a little weird.

Jim: You just have googly eyes.

Me: Thanks.

Jim: <snicker>

This is what my dining room table looks like right now. Don’t ever marry an artist unless you prefer to eat standing up.

Last night when we went to bed:

Jim: When you finish photographing your painting we should frame it and hang it up.

Me: Yeah.

Jim: I don’t know though, it’s so big. Do we have frames it would fit into?

Me: It’s not that big, we have some frames.


Me: I guess it is kind of a big painting of me. Is it weird to hang up a giant painting of yourself in your own house? It seems kind of weird.

Jim: We could hang it in the bedroom.

Me: You won’t feel weird, like I am staring at you all the time?

Jim: Nope.

Me: OK, at least in the bedroom people won’t see it right away when they walk in the front door.

Jim: True.

How it all began.


Now I just have to get some really good amateur photos of my self-portrait art and submit it to the Jerry’s Artarama self-portrait contest. If I win, I will owe it all to my family. They teach me how to enjoy life and how to laugh at myself daily. This is important because I tend to take myself way too seriously. I am lucky to have humor and conversation in my life.


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Mermaid Prints For Sale: I Have Become Obsessed

Mermaid painting
The Mermaid and the Dragonfly


Remember my first and probably best mermaid collage? The pregnant merwoman in an apron having a conversation with a dragonfly? Who comes up with this crazy stuff, right? Well, the mermaid making has only gotten worse…and by worse I mean I can’t stop.

I keep cutting up paper and gluing things together and every time they magically turn into mermaids. Rainbows and fish and other random stuff appear too. I bet you are starting to wonder why there aren’t any unicorns. The truth is, I am starting to wonder too. Instead I am gluing things like flowers and butterflies into my seascapes. Don’t ask me how they got to the bottom of the sea and yet there they are looking all fresh and alive.

mermaid collage painting
Mermaid Blowing Kisses

The more mermaids I make the less they make sense. What is she doing with that piece of the universe heart? Is it a heart-shaped black hole? I put this together and I still don’t know the whole story. Also, is it just me or is she like a Miss Universe contestant for mermaids?

mermaid collage painting
Miss Universe

This one I am still working on. Yes, I just woke up and so I am hiding behind my collage hoping you won’t notice I haven’t combed my hair…in days. Seriously, what is going on here? Why are they posing like mermaid Victoria Secret models when that giant octopus tentacle looks like it is about to slap down and crush them? It seems like my mermaid obsession is taking a turn for the worse both in design and in subject. Unfortunately, I am not ready to stop yet.

mermaid collage painting
The Three Sisters and the Octopus

I am obsessed. Also, my daughter is demanding mermaid-cats so you know that is going to happen. How can I say no to mermaid cats? Has that ever been done before? It could be my claim to fame.

I can’t stop now. I have to see those mermaid-cats.

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