I still haven't found a French Bulldog model, so imagine my delight when I was watching TV and one came one. I did these quick gesture studies using a Faber-Castel Pitt Artist's Calligraphy pen, on a page where I already had warmed up by sketching a different dog breed (the light black ink brush pen sketch underneath everything). I added the gouache during a commercial because I just wanted to play with some left over paint, and because it helped me isolate the figures.
The past week has been a whirlwind but last week I met the cutest French Bulldog—Harley. Black with a white patch on the back of his neck. I was having lunch with my friend Tom and we were looking out the window at the Loring Park Cafe (I think that's the name, good restaurant, great mac and cheese and crab cakes!) A young woman walks by with her dog. "OOOH," I squeal. Tom simply says, "Go, go, go." And I gather my backpack (so I can give her my card) and out through the restaurant I run, to catch her, which I did as our paths were more or less parallel. I introduced my self (after asking if I could bother her for a moment; politeness first, even when obsessed, or perhaps especially then). Next I explained what I wanted to do and gave her my card. I asked her to think it over and to contact me. Alas, it has been a week and I haven't heard. I think she must think I'm a crazy person. (Well maybe when it comes to French Bulldogs I am.)
I would think that people would fall over themselves to have their dog painted. (Though she was young and hip looking so maybe she's an artist and wants to paint her own dog.) Sigh. The universe is just not giving me a break on this project.
But the universe did give me 60 seconds of affection from Harley (clearly he didn't think I was crazy). For now that's more than enough.