On Monday september 17th, my little brother, companion, best friend and dog passed away. Wolfy was 16 years old, and was suffering from an encroaching brain tumor. There was nothing more we could do but ease his suffering.... He lived a long and happy life, and up until he died my life revolved entirely around him. Now I feel like the only thing I can do is try to live life to the fullest without him, and to use my art to show everyone how wonderful he was.
I started this drawing a few days before his death, with our past childhood adventures in the Colorado Rockies in mind. When we were young, we conquered the forest together. I decided to take it to finish when I came home from the vet that day without him. Art therapy I guess you can call it.
I guess this is me as some kind of dog horse (don't know why) if anyone is curious what the heck kind of creature this is. And Wolfy is an American Eskimo dog, with a little sword!
I'm going to miss him intensly, he can never be replaced... No critique for obvious reasons. Done in watercolour, coloured pencil, graphite and acrylic paint on smooth bristol.
copyright to Katie Hofgard
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