Your own poster-size Snoop Dogg

18"x24" unsigned $54.95

18"x24" signed $74.95

After I'd finished that extremely fine portrait of the Snoop Dogg back in March of 2008, we parted ways with each other, as I had intended to do right here on Kay Buena's Gallery. Ever since my so-called success, I've experienced a terrible void not only on the wall where we stared each other down, but the terrible void that I felt as an artist. This personal really big accomplishment as an artist was lost to me, and with it (going south) went my self esteem and probably the most successfully rendered art work I'd done in my very long life. But mostly I missed the attitude it gave to my living room; he was a dissonant note to our semi acceptable pre-geezer living room, here in an upper crust neighborhood in Austin, Texas. I missed the face and that mean-assed expression and the way too long hands and the attitude of righteous but maneuverable non-compliance with every day life, spread from his eyes to mine, every day we shared. So on top of the pile of bad memories, both personal and family failures, regretable other experiences this house has given me, his absence brought another thick layer of depression to an already dark existential feeling, with compounding interest, and every day seemed worse...

Thankfully, my husband (and manager, Charles Sauer, Ph.D. computer science) had the foresight to scan it when it was finished and dry. He sent off a high resolution file to be enlarged to poster size (as a surprise). Was I ecstatic!

Making it larger made it seem even more beautiful, some combo of oddly impresionistic, realistic, and expressionistic in style here in Grandma's house. Most women my age would not be quite so ecstatic to re-unite with Snoop Dogg's larger than life 'tude and menacing stare. I framed it in black plain wood. It was a knock out! Making every yard Buddha and every mincing sculptural "birdie-bird" bath, (with that one extra resin bird that's real slow to move) deeply jealous of our house's "ki" now that the "Dogg's back in the hood". (What a hoodwink, we bought this land a long time ago for a price that's just a daydream these days.) It's hardly the "hood", it's more like Mr. Rogers' "hood", God rest his soul. Say Mr. Rogers? Now that's a plan? I wonder how he'd look in a doo rag?