I Remember When He Met The Crab

Available for sale. Price: $800 18″x36″ acrylic on canvas

We would often ride our bikes to Lake Pontchartrain to go crabbing and fishing. There were a lot of swampy areas around the lake that made the crabbing part really easy. Just tie a chicken leg to the bottom of a crab basket, let it sit for a few minutes and before you knew it, crabs were flocking to get in on the feast.

So, I’ve been asked many times what the story is behind this painting. Is it about my dog’s love for crabs? or maybe it’s about the crab’s love for my dog? Well, this is how this encounter went down. The day started out like any other day at the lake. We set up shop, dropped the baskets, cast our fishing lines, and just waited. The dog came and sat in the shallow water and watched, then out of nowhere, he started crying, whimpering. and running in circles. We couldn’t figure out what was wrong, we checked his ears, his paws, his nose, his tail, until finally he dropped on his back and showed us his belly… then it all became clear. It seems a baby crab thought my dog would make a tasty treat and decided to pinch my dog’s “sensitive” area. It was not a pleasant experience for either the dog or the crab, but the situation was addressed, no permanent damage was noted, and the dog learned a very valuable lesson about sitting in shallow swamp water.

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My Imagination Squared Square: “The Box”

"The Box" 5"x5" mixed media on wood, part of Imagination Squared Project now on display at the Main Library in downtown Jacksonville

“The Box” 5″x5″ mixed media on wood, part of the Imagination Squared Project now on display at the Main Library in downtown Jacksonville

So, I thought long and hard about what to put on my “square” for the Imagination Squared Project. After much deliberation, I decided to go with my refrigerator box memory. Most of us have a similar experience, someone shows up with a giant box, the next thing you know it’s been turned into a “house” or maybe a “fort.” In this particular depiction,  the box was turned into a sort of “ride.”

My sister and I would get a couple of neighborhood kids to help out as we got in the box with the family dog. After we were nice and comfortable, the flaps were closed and that’s when the real fun began. The kids on the outside had the simple but important job of rolling the box down the driveway. Not only was this dangerous, but it was so much fun. I still have no idea how we all survived with only minor bumps and bruises and I know that if the humane society were to find out the dog was involved in this insanity then, he may of been confiscated but, in our defense,  he seemed to enjoy it.