Oil on gessoed Masonite, 12"x12" Sold
My Sweet Dorothy
At six in the morn,
Her garage door swung squeakily open.
Out came Dorothy in her pink robe
Dashing, but not hurriedly.
She picked up the newspaper
from the driveway,
Which would later sprawl all over
Her 1960's living room,
Advertisements on top.
The sky was just turning pink.
She looked up with her graying eyes.
Oh, gee! It's chilly today,
I spent too much time painting Dorothy. After extra 5 or six hours of work after she posted for my friends and me, I didn't know if it got any better. But I would say it probably did because I found not much I wanted to do over. But I think I learned a lot about temperature and hope it sticks.
Dorothy is my 89 year old neighbor. She is kind, wise, healthy and tough. We became good friends over the last dozen years. She is like a mother to me, whom I lost when I was 10.