Mad Dog Days & Art in the Midday Sun
Now that everyone and their dog is an artist, I find myself, quite often, liking the dogs work best. There is a certain 'je ne sais quois' that thrills about the bold daubings of a Pyrenean Mountain Dog, known only as Sid, encountered, unexpectedly on a rainy Friday evening, in a city coffee-house,
populated sparsely by the temporary flotsam washed in from the Tottenham Court
Road in the slow hours, between the departure of daytime crowds on trains to
Surrey and the suburbs, and the arrival of the night shift flood tide of human debris
that flows into every theater, pub and club and then overflows through every
doorway and back out again on to the wet streets, and all this while waiting for
a robusta Caffè macchiato served by an unexpected Bedlington Terrier.
Famous example of life imitating art - woof |
It is a curious but well documented fact that any dog that
has as yet to have had its day exhibiting the fruits of such tentative forays into the
world of the arts as 'small water colour of Ball in the Seine' or 'Still Life
with Bone - in mixed media', will, almost always, be found, whether in new world New
York, that champion of the modern movement, or old world Rome with its penchant
for the classics, or Venice with its eyes turned to the renaissance, serving up
coffees and calling themselves baristas! Dogs hey, you have to laugh, woof woof.
Dog Playing Cards for dogs playing cards |