Of Triangles and Terriers

I’ve always loved terriers. My first Champion was a Smooth Fox Terrier, Ch. Foxden Lyric.

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Once Upon A Dog is a feature inside the back cover of AKC Family Dog. From the March/April 2008 issue…

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Francis Redmon’s “Totteridge” Smooth Fox Terriers were a famous British line of the late 19th century. Redmond was a master dog man who did much to standardize his breed, and the Totteridge kennel was pivotal in the creation of the modern Smooth Fox Terrier.

It was the custom to immortalize dogs of such renown on canvas. The plum job of preserving Redmon’s famed fox terriers for posterity fell to Arthur Wardle (1864 – 1949), a self-taught animal portraitist who learned his trade during long hours of sketching at the London Zoo.

Wardle’s The Totteride XI is a masterly example of perspective painting. The artist creates the illusion of depth by leaving plenty of bright ground beneath the dogs and darkening his palette as he moves from foreground to background, with the sponge and basin in the near foreground completing the three-dimensional effect.

Warle’s great challenge was how to group the 11 terriers, an unusually large number of subjects for a commission of this kind. He arranged the dogs on two levels, six on the ground and five in the hay crib above. One dog stands a head taller than the others, serving as the apex of the triangular grouping.

Within the larger triangle, the dogs’ heads are arranged to form smaller triangular patterns. These are set off by the rectangular planes of the background and floor, with one perfectly placed vertical beam breaking up the composition’s horizontal drift. Wardle, like many a great artist before and since, understood the visual power contained in the unreleased tension of triangles, especially when framed by static rectangles.

In The Totteridge XI, Wardle left us a historical record of one of dogdom’s most important lines. The canvas also serves as a visual encyclopedia of art technique, from which any young painter can learn.

Not bad for a guy who never took a lesson.


Kelly shared…

Kelly sent…

Don’t know if you have seen thisyet.  If not I want you to click on the horses eye.  Very intesting!!!!!  I thought it was pretty cool idea so sent it to you.

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Tibetan dog art

Vickie sent the following:

The info on the artist of this piece is quite interesting!  Clicking on her name – Constance Coleman –  will bring it up.  Then click on Original Works on the second page … more dogs of Tibet!

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: A tribute

This post will circle back, paying tribute not only to a special little dog, but to the many people out there in the ephemeral world of cyberspace, ending with the last stanza of a poem sent titled Touch Of The ‘Net, author unknown.

Now, lightning’s brother, speed my words,
Through fibers, disks, and such.
May cold computer magic turn
To caring, human touch.

Panchen, One Champ of a Dog, has passed through his final door on this planet.

His life’s story, his journey including one last compassionate journey with Susan touched so many hearts.

Katy was moved to sketch – then paint – his aged body, full of nooks and crannies. Words, posted on her blog, pay tribute to this little dog’s spirit.   Fare thee well, Travelin’ Man! Godspeed!

Susan shared a series of photos, taken yesterday morning on her porch, which she titled Last Morning on Langner.

The pillow Kathy embellished with an embroidered heart and a little dog bone rests behind him.

This past week Time in a Bottle kept going through Kathy’s mind…

Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce  If I could save Time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day
‘Til Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

CHORUS:
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go
Through time withIf I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

And from Vickie..

… for you and Susan.  I’m so sorry about Panchen’s passing.  However, he died a good death … in no pain and surrounded by those who loved him best.
TOUCH OF THE ‘NET
~~ Author Unknown
 
I’ve lost a friend I didn’t know,
The message came today,
Propelled through wires at speed of light,
From near or far away.
 
A noble friend of ancient blood,
A staunch and mighty guard,
A loving comfort, Hero spawn,
Fair grist for any bard.
 
He left behind a family
And friends to mourn his death,
She left behind a wash of tears,
As she breathed her last breath.
 
Computer networks span the globe
And contact now is found
With folks that we may never see

But feel with touch profound.
 
The dots of light on screen of glass
Shape words of joy or pain,
We teach and learn and share our lives
And blessings deep we gain.
 
So now I sit with sniffling nose
And tears flow down my face,
I share a loss and try to find

Pure words of peace and grace.
 
A dog has died but … more than that,
A precious life has passed.
We take them in, they bless our lives,
Then leave us much too fast.
 
God grant us peace and mem’ries long,
Our short-lived friends to keep,
In stories, images and thoughts,

To calm us as we weep.
 
Now, lightning’s brother, speed my words,
Through fibers, disks, and such.
May cold computer magic turn
To caring, human touch.

:Raji…and more

The painting of Raji Susan mentioned in her comment yesterday…

Katy sent this to me, along with the following note:

Susan and I have been talking about chickens today, and she mentioned that she hadn’t seen her Raji painting on your blog. That’s because I’m pretty sure I never sent you a pic of it when I finished it.  Things have been pretty crazy around here; I’m sure you can relate!  Anyway, here’s a link to my blog where I posted the painting of the lovely Raji, and my commentary,  also a pic of the painting here.  I’m also sending along a pic of Zeke and Sadie with Lily Joy and Claire.  This one was taken when she was about 6 days old.  Zeke and Sadie both have had several “face to face” encounters with her, and they are so good with her.  Zeke is just the best!  He loves his goats!  Sadie didn’t know quite what to think, at first, but this morning she was giving Lily her “tickled pink play bows” as fast as she could.  Baby goats don’t know that a play bow is an invitation to play, but she has absolutely no fear of them and did her little happy dance, bouncing, skipping and jumping around, to their delight. 
Hope all is well with you and your pack, and the snow is melting fast.  It’s so dry and brown here that it’s hard to believe it’s spring.  But today was warm enough to get out and plant some spinach, and the asparagus is beginning to peak, so maybe it’s spring, after all!

A photo of Lily Joy taken a day after her birth…

Lily Joy’s birth was bittersweet, as her sibling didn’t live. Life, glorious, often big, is fragile…particularly the process of entering this world, whether you be goat or dog. Katy’s words:

Here is Lily Joy, bright and early this morning, out in her enclosure. (Baby goats have such “wise” yet humorous faces, like they know something we don’t, and they probably do!) She’s doing all the things a 24hour old baby goat should be doing, and had her first nice firm  milk poops this morning, as well.  Claire is a perfect mother and allows her to nurse and is very attentive. She should be a big girl, in spite of her tiny size now (about 5 lbs. we’ve yet to weigh her) as she will get all the goodies for awhile!  Claire is exhausted and worn out and sore, but, with the help of an herbal tea, managed to pass the two afterbirths.  She’s yet to eat well, but I’ve been “drenching” her with blackstrap molasses and other goodies to give her energy and stuff to prevent infection. She’s out soaking up the sun right now, and Baby Lil is napping in her tiny goat shelter right next to mom, safe from hawks.
I’m off to ABQ to teach the drawing class for the rest of the day.  Hopefully,  household back to “normal” tomorrow!
Thanks for your prayers, and continued prayers for Claire’s health.  We are sincerely hoping for a clean uterus with no infection, considering all the invasive action during the birth.  So far, so good.
Love,
Katy and Silly Lilly ( I wrote what looked like “Zily” on the calendar last night, maybe that’s her nickname!
Ken says no way we’re going to sell her, so we now have a five goat herd!
We did get good sleep last night. I got up at 2AM to check on them, and all was well.
Zeke was very insistent in demanding that we bring her back into the house (she slept there for a couple hours the first night, and he remember Pablo and Paloma, who lived in the laundry room for several days, last year).  He thinks his goats belong in the house with him.  He’s had several visits, and just loves on her like she was his.  Sadie is fascinated as well.  They’ll get some time with her, as she has no one else to play with now.