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First, let me apologize for the crappy photo quality. I couldn't get a decent picture in the art room and it's far too big to scan AND I'm stupid and forgot to turn off the time signature.

This is something I'd been planning to do for a very long time, but I didn't know in what way. Then one night I had this mental image pop into my head along with a poem I'd read a long time ago.

For those who don't know, my little yorkshire terrier Spanky had to be put to sleep in September. I'd had him for nine years, ever since my seventh birthday, and I miss him terribly.

So there's this, as part of my AP portfolio.

The open feild because he used to love to run as fast as his little legs could carry him in the feild in my aunt and uncles front yard, and he'd chase me all over the place in our big side yard. Yes his collar anc leash and tag looked like that, the only difference is that I changed the tag to say "Spanky 96-05" on it. I put morning glories on the cross because they're my favorite flower and because my grandparents have always grown them and spanky used to get the petals all over him when he'd try to look through the railing at their lakehouse.

Prismacolor marker, prismacolor pencils, chalk pastel

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

~ Mary Frye

Description
First, let me apologize for the crappy photo quality. I couldn't get a decent picture in the art room and it's far too big to scan AND I'm stupid and forgot to turn off the time signature.

This is something I'd been planning to do for a very long time, but I didn't know in what way. Then one night I had this mental image pop into my head along with a poem I'd read a long time ago.

For those who don't know, my little yorkshire terrier Spanky had to be put to sleep in September. I'd had him for nine years, ever since my seventh birthday, and I miss him terribly.

So there's this, as part of my AP portfolio.

The open feild because he used to love to run as fast as his little legs could carry him in the feild in my aunt and uncles front yard, and he'd chase me all over the place in our big side yard. Yes his collar anc leash and tag looked like that, the only difference is that I changed the tag to say "Spanky 96-05" on it. I put morning glories on the cross because they're my favorite flower and because my grandparents have always grown them and spanky used to get the petals all over him when he'd try to look through the railing at their lakehouse.

Prismacolor marker, prismacolor pencils, chalk pastel

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

~ Mary Frye