An animal’s eyes have the power to speak a great language. ― Martin Buber
Meet Melchior, a regal and very handsome poodle. When one of my friends first shared his photo with me, I said with determination that I must paint this fellow. He was the dog-child of one of her friends, and I was enamored. His energy captured me and paint I did.
There is something that happens when you dive into a painting. It’s a journey of delving into the soul of your focus whether animal, person or landscape. For me, Melchior is almost human. His eyes are upon the world before him. It’s as if he holds one of life’s secrets in his grasp. What is the secret?
Animals may not share our language, but they have a language nevertheless. I sometimes don’t know what my dogs are trying to tell me, but there is a simplicity to their language that reminds me to not only receive their love but to give love also. Melchior looks out upon a scene I can only partially see, but I’m certain his eyes behold a mystery that I struggle daily to comprehend.
Life’s mysteries never stop, but I believe one thing remains constant. We are inundated daily by conflict and division that make us uneasy, but in this dog’s simple language we are given a reminder to consider we have the option to take a path that is filled with kindness and love because without either, there is no hope. Our children need this from us. So do our animals. Melchior’s message? Perhaps. Life’s? Absolutely.