The original oil painting has sold, but this digital reproduction, or giclee, is printed with a professional grade Epson printer on high quality, archival fine art paper that will last at least a century.
A little story about the inspiration behind this painting:
Early morning - before 5 - we arise to get the dogs on the beach and off again before it gets too crowded. We have 4 or 5, depending on who is around. A closed pack who does not subscribe to a “the more the merrier” philosophy of beach-going.
Missing this date is not an option. Before the alarm, two goldens are in my face - “Is it time to get up yet?” “No, settle.” Until I give up, throw some clothes on, and grab the essentials stored in a filthy little construction nail pouch that easily ties around my waist - balls, check, treats, check, poop bags, check.
Leashed, the dogs drag me across and then down the street to the beach access.
To pretend I am in control of the situation, they must sit while I unclip their leashes.
I throw the ball into the sea as quickly as I can. If they are in the water, they aren’t bothering anyone else.
Not that there is anyone to bother - We are alone for the moment - my two goldens and I. The young one already on his way back with the ball and the older one who had taken off with him has now turned parallel to the shore for her daily lap of the entire beach. She’ll come out for a brief visit when we turn around at the jetty. Swimming, not walking, is what she is there to do.
Flash just cares about the ball. In this scene, he is probably looking to see if someone is about to throw it again. He doesn’t love swimming - it is just a means to the ball.