I used to run after Pepper
around the red wall,
me in slippers,
him with the bone.
Until age, little by little,
came to claim my breath,
and I would collapse, exhausted,
into the armchair.
Then, from behind the wall,
his happy muzzle would appear,
one eye lit with mischief,
as if to say:
Shall we play?
TITLE: Drop the Bone
SUPPORT:
Cotton canvas on frame
SIZE:
50 x 50 cm
TECHNIQUE:
Oil on canvas
DATE:
March 2026
SERIAL N.:
20260302
NOTES:
Subject from one of my photographs — created with a palette knife.
