I remember seeing a litter of puppies while walking down the lane, the older ones ran away as I approached to pet them, the youngest however came forward and demanded to be loved. I picked him up and he played on my lap as if I was no stranger to him. After that day, I searched for this little guy every time I stepped out of the house but in vain. But was I searching for him or myself?
This painting is dedicated to him.
A Touchstone Original.