I got up this morning and noticed that my pup has very carefully assembled his most precious things in a rather artful arrangement under the china cabinet.
Notice the perfect use of shadow and light, the careful deliberate compostion, the awkward object of lust balanced delicately on its narrow perch.
“Dammit! She found my secret stash! And she’s even taking pictures of it! Now I’m gonna have to move everything. And I spent all night working on that, too. Damn!!”
A pithy arrangement – it screams spaniel angst in a world gone mad . . . yet the glimmer of hope in the antler (yes, a return to the greenworld is yet possible) without sentimentality. Genius.
I was finally able to view the link. It’s wonderful. How long has he been working in this town without an agent? I’ll just drop my card in his water dish…wouldn’t want to disturb genius at work!
Magnificent how the front view shows the conflicting lines, yet the denim draws us back and up to a vanishing point off stage-right, directly into the light.
Contrasting this, viewing the sculpture from the other angle (the top photo) we see the curves of the elements forming a rough circle. Almost Picasso-esque in its use of disparate elements which form a cohesive whole when viewed from different angles.
No Jake’s pedigree says 100% Brittany. (one of the best breeds in the world IMnotsoHO) but I swear he must be part goat cause he eats everything in sight. Since he is a year a half old, he is a juvenile really and not a pup.
The breed used to be called Brittany Spaniels but they decided that they weren’t really spaniels after all. So they are now simply Brittanies. Jake is the third Brit I’ve had. He is a real clown.
That boot belongs to my son and Jake constantly tries to steal it. It stinks real good.
The backlighting is sheer poetry. The contrast of silhouette and intricate detail speaks volumes about our ability to know and its limitations. The counterpoint of clean line and massed texture are nothing less than sensual. And the color! I especially like the subtle repetition of the green curved forms inside the boot and under the jacket, the way the carpet ties together the blues and greens with its intermediate hue. And the ethereal quality of the ivories and whites balance the earthy tones iin a telling metaphor of the struggle between “good dog” and “bad dog.” The adaptation of the structural qualities of the furniture plays nicely with the deteriorating structure of the boot and the careful placement of the seemingly unstructured jacket, testing our concepts of what truly constitutes form.
Thank you for including a portrait of the artist. This pup will go far. His searching gaze bespeaks an intensity of spirit that belies his youth. A true genius.