words & art by shé

Humorous & Haunting

Then the sparkly-dressed conductor leads them into beauty. A piano, a soprano, and the song turns evocative. And isn’t that the best way? From laughter to admiration in a few moments. A mélange.

Yesterday I was furious at a passive-aggressor, then—whiplash—exhilarated by an admirer. Hard to remember sometimes that I am the same dog. Whether you love or hate me, or anything in between, I remain Me.

One day at the swimming hole I was in a cranky mood. There was already somebody on the rocks in “my” place. I sat nearby, aggrieved. Then he started singing, something he seemed to make up on the spot. It, too, was funny and evocative by turns.

And the inner critic, the belligerent planner, the snarky censor slipped away. Harmony was restored.

Hand to Heart 1 (BW), 16" by 16" acrylic on plywood, 2026
Hand to Heart 1 (BW), 16″ by 16″ acrylic on plywood, 2026

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