Every studio has its guardian, and this one wags through walls. The ghost dog bounds eternal, body half-light, half-memory. When candlelight flickers through its chest, the illusion of a heartbeat returns. You can almost hear the claws skitter across tile…a ghost that remembers joy better than sorrow.
He guards artists, not against harm, but against forgetting why they began. His presence means you are loved…even by those who’ve crossed. Leave a treat, or a candle, or a bit of laughter; that’s all he ever wanted.
(3.5"x6.5")
Every studio has its guardian, and this one wags through walls. The ghost dog bounds eternal, body half-light, half-memory. When candlelight flickers through its chest, the illusion of a heartbeat returns. You can almost hear the claws skitter across tile…a ghost that remembers joy better than sorrow.
He guards artists, not against harm, but against forgetting why they began. His presence means you are loved…even by those who’ve crossed. Leave a treat, or a candle, or a bit of laughter; that’s all he ever wanted.
(3.5"x6.5")
