Believe it or not, all of these abstract, non-representational drawings came from a dog, and no, that isn’t some self deprecating jab on my part. Jasmine was her name and she used to stare inquisitively at me as I drew, so, one day, I drew her; her round black eyes, her drooping muzzle, and -most notably- her heavily wrinkled brow. I drew from life, I drew from memory and as I drew, the drawings began to morph and change and evolve. Fairly quickly most of the elements of Jasmine’s handsome face began to disappear until only the wrinkles remained.