Lisbeth and Milkweed

My daughter Lisbeth is taking over today. Here's is a little story about her white cat, Milkweed, that she dictated to me:

Mmmhmmm, guess what guys. Little Milkweed, she was laying down long time asleep on my lap. Mmmhmmm, in the morning. When I was on the couch. Watching movie 100 Dalmation Little Puppies Get Stolen and she was on my lap all that time. That was nice that she stayed on my lap. I was happy. That was sweet way of it. And now Little Milkweed, she just got kissing on my lip! That way, too sweet of it! That can be nice, really, for you knowing it, and for Little Milkweed knowing it. Mmmhmmm.

Lisbeth, 1997

pastel and colored pencil on paper, 15" x 22"

lost in studio fire