Civilization marches boldly forward....

[Sharon Knettell]

Garth,

Please!

I was just having a huge verbal giggle or guffaw. I am so pleased that you think enough of the painting to remember her.

Actually I DID try to paint someone quite fetching. I remember my first life drawing class at the Boston Museum School. I was 17, straight out of a very strict Connecticut girls school, the model must have been an elderly gentleman recruited from one of Bostons finer alleys. His naked loveliness (as contemplated in only in the most extreme religious sense) was almost enough to send me on a path toward convent life.

When I was a bit older I went to a Whitney Biennial. In it was a huge painting, done by Larry Rivers of a very unpleasant overweight nude called "Birdie", I think. I though if this is "Fine Art". I did not want to have anything to do with it.

Back to the doggies.Considering the rather odd and confusing trajectory of art in the last hundred years or so let us give this work its due. Compositionally it works, the viewer is drawn willingly or unwillingly into the scene. The dog fur is highly textural and varied depending on the breed. The smoky mood is effectively conveyed by the restricted and warm palette increasing the conviviality of the scene. Each dog seems to have his own quiet story, generating mystery, that sine qua non of the bona fido masterpiece.

[Michele Rushworth]

Compositionally it works, the viewer is drawn willingly or unwillingly into the scene. The dog fur is highly textural and varied depending on the breed. The smoky mood is effectively conveyed by the restricted and warm palette increasing the conviviality of the scene. Each dog seems to have his own quiet story, generating mystery, that sine qua non of the bona fido masterpiece.

You should be writing for American Art Review, if you can make even this thing sound elegant!

[Garth Herrick]

Originally Posted by Sharon Knettell

Garth,

Back to the doggies.Considering the rather odd and confusing trajectory of art in the last hundred years or so let us give this work its due. Compositionally it works, the viewer is drawn willingly or unwillingly into the scene. The dog fur is highly textural and varied depending on the breed. The smoky mood is effectively conveyed by the restricted and warm palette increasing the conviviality of the scene. Each dog seems to have his own quiet story, generating mystery, that sine qua non of the bona fido masterpiece.

Well, "Deenie" Goodyear respectfully preserved a strong sense of moral dignity in her life. To her determined sensibilities, it was beneath a dog to enter into an uncultivated activity such as a poker game, let alone to expose one's fair breasts, immodestly sitting tall before the master's table! God rest her noble soul. She was an inspired and devout client, who quietly and piously lived out her years down-east along the blueberry coast of Maine.

Garth

[Sharon Knettell]

Originally Posted by Garth Herrick

She was an inspired and devout client, who quietly and piously lived out her years down-east along the blueberry coast of Maine.

Garth

Ah, that all our clients were like that.

[Tom Edgerton]

Guy and a dog go into a bar. Bartender says "Get out...we don't allow dogs!" Guy says, "But you don't understand. This is Travis, the Amazing Talking Dog." Bartender says, "Show me." Guy asks dog, "OK, Travis, what's on top of a house?" Dog answers, "RUUF!" Guy asks, "What's sandpaper feel like?" Dog answers, "RUUF!" Guy asks, "Who was the greatest baseball player ever?" Dog answers, "RUUF!" Bartender snorts, "Okay, that's enough of you two!" and pitches them both into the street.

Guy demands, "What happened??? How could you let me down this way???" Dog looks up and says, "Maybe I should have said Joe DiMaggio."

[Michael Fournier]

Tom It was a Boston Bar they don't like Ruth (or Ruuth) don't want to bring back the curse you know.