Many years ago, my friend (Rachael) painted a portrait of my pug, Barnaby Jones Pickles. Several years later he was killed by a rattlesnake, but I’m pretty sure those two things are unrelated. At least, I hope they are, because Rachael’s now doing Day of the Dead art and she just surprised me with my own portrait. Which is completely bad-ass, but maybe not entirely worth death by rattlesnake.
Luckily, I’m much bigger than Barnaby Jones Pickles so I would probably survive a rattlesnake bite, and it would make a cool story. So, I guess what I’m saying is that Rachael’s paintings are worth being injected by venom, nearly – but not quite – to the point of death. Also, I’m not sure why she doesn’t hire me to write advertising copy for her, because this shit is gold.
PS. Here’s her site if you want to commission your own portrait.