March 18, 2020
Acrylic and oil on canvas 16x20". Studio collection.
“Heroes rarely look the way we draw them in our minds: attractive figures with rippling muscles and strong chins. More times than not, they are humble beings, small and flawed. It is only their spirits that are beautiful and strong.”- R. Evans
A tribute in progress of me and my now-gone little brother, Romeo.
Romeo was not a dog’s dog. He was, to put it ever-so-gently, a mama’s dog. I fully co-sign the strict, merciful fact of reality that all dogs are here to serve a purpose in our lives. And, Romeo was no exception, though I am sorry that for the better half of your 15 years with us I considered you a mosquito with toenails, you did not deserve that.
I remember traveling with you. My step dad would put on a grand show for TSA in the airport, feigning an anxiety condition (or some variant thereof, he wasn’t the best actor) so you could travel in the luxury of a purse on all the airplanes. Maybe my step dad actually does have anxiety, I don’t know, I’ve only ever seen the show at the airport.
Romeo wasn’t fussy the way you would expect a man of build and stature. As long as he wasn’t being forced to socialize with his contemporaries at the dog park, Romeo was
And that’s what he taught me. What, perhaps all of this is about.
No matter how much I feel like an insignificant garbage ball of emotion, I am so damn lucky to be here.
And so are you.
And our dogs?
We don’t hardly deserve them. They save us. .
Aliza and Her Monsters