My daughter has spent the majority of her child hood with a variety of pets. Diva was her first. I remember when we first brought Diva home, she rode on the dash board of my Pop's old Pontiac. That tiny puppy would grow to 90 lbs. and was generally at her happiest when she was killing something (a natural born hunter). Despite the dog's questionable demeanor (a bit of a loaded gun with a less than reliable safety), She stood as one of Sonia's faithful guardians for more than a dozen years.Animals can be very difficult to photograph. Of all the shots that I had taken over the years, none of Diva's would I call good. This digital painting was done from a rather unflattering shot of the family featuring, a tiny Sonia and Diva in the lower right corner. Thanks to the magic of Photoshop and Wacom, turning crappy photos into expressive paintings is fun and easy once you know how. Any way, as soon as Sonia was old enough to form complete sentences she would exclaim that; Diva is my sister! Hence the title.
