Standing Guard by Alabama Artist Angela Sullivan

Standing Guard
Pet Portrait painting of a dog on 20x16canvas. Dog painting,oil on gallery wraped canvas.

Rough Ruff by Alabama Artist Angela Sullivan

Rough Ruff by Alabama Artist Angela Sullivan

I will be painting art cards in watercolor. 

This will began a new journey in my art. These will each sell for $6.50 and will come with an 

embossed envelope and will be signed by me. They will be one of a kind as each is hand painted by 

me not prints.Blank Inside. Painted on Strathmore watercolor cards with Deckle edge.

Rough Ruff by Alabama Artist Angela Sullivan

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Hairbows And Fur by Angela Sullivan

 

Hairbows And Fur by Angela Sullivan

Painting the fur was fun but painting the bows was crazy fun.

7x5 oil on canvas panel

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Bugged

Bugged

This is a little dog named Sadie. My daughter met her this year as she

attended pet grooming school. It was love at first sight. I will be doing a series of

three paintings of this little darling. Watch for them over the next few days.

6x8 oil on canvas panel

Happy Happy New Year!!!!!

$50

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Yo Best Friend

Yo Best Friend

Yes that is right Yo Best Friend!

No maybe your friend is not this same breed but no matter they still

grip your heart and do not let go, Not easily, not ever.

10x8 gallery wrapped canvas panel

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We Three

SOLD 

We Three

Painted on commission from JC Morgan Art Gallery.

Three Yorkies

8x10 acrylic on masonite panel.

                      http://angelasullivan.fineartstudioonline.com/works/484051
                      Painted on commission from a photo of these three cuties.

Pappy

Pappy is a papillon, acrylic on 8x8 canvas panel.

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angelasacrylics@yahoo.com

Constant Companion

I always knew that I wanted a dog but never knew how much I needed a dog. Our 55-pound yellow bundle of lab energy has done more for me than painkillers or anti-nausea drugs ever could during all of this and I know that her gentle nuzzle and wet kisses will be healing me all the way through. 

The timing could not have been more right for Craig to finally cave to my whinings for a dog, and it's truly kismet that we found Sammy, a beautiful pup stuck in a crummy situation hundreds of miles away in Tennessee. She's only a year-and-a-half and we're her third family. From abandonment at a kill shelter to being scooped up by a loving family with the unfortunate luck of a son allergic to her and therefore many days and nights spent alone in a garage, to a

n impulsive adoption by a crazy couple in Connecticut (us.) We've had her only three months and can't imagine our life without her. Sammy has my husband, Mr. Anti-Dog, wrapped around her paw and they are truly the best of friends. 

For me, her companionship has meant that I never have to be alone. I get constant love and friendship. I don't have to talk about how I'm feeling or explain why I doubled over or 

can't get off the couch. She just knows and nuzzles up next to me wherever I am. She'll nap with me for hours; she'll sit by my feet outside in the warm sun; she'll wait patiently for me to get my shoes on to take her outside to play. When I'm working on my laptop she shimmies her way under my arm and rests her head on my leg while I type and design. Right now it's 3:45 a.m. and where's Sammy? Not in her dog bed but downstairs with me cozied right by my side (you can see her snout under my arm in the photo.) She's up with me all hours of the night checking in to make sure I'm okay in whatever bathroom I might be in, nosing her way through the door, following closely at my feet as I shuffle like an elderly woman around the house. 

And the most important thing she does for me is gives me purpose and forces me not to mope. Cancer or no cancer Sammy still has to eat, go out, she still craves a good session of tennis ball toss and a belly scratch. She doesn't ask for much and I couldn't be happier to please her. A million ear scratches, pig ears and organic doggie treats could never pay her back for the way she warms my spirit and makes me forget the pain. 

I had come across this New York Times column several weeks back, before I had any clue about the cancer growing inside me. It struck me so deeply that I started bawling and forwarded it to Craig at work. Maybe deep down I knew that me and Sammy would also be learning to live in the moment together just like the author and his Bijou de Minuit.