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Sunday, July 23, 2017

dog cosy

Egg Cosy (England), ca. 1900; silk and linen on linen foundation;
H x W: 9 x 7.5 cm (3 9/16 x 2 15/16 in.); Gift of Sabina Gathedral; 1978-110-1
This lazy Sunday I'm bringing you a dog-headed egg cosy from the collections of the Cooper-Hewitt.  Tell me, does anyone still have boiled eggs in the morning and have they cozies for them?  Is this a lost craft/practice?  I'm interested in hearing from you.
Here's the link to the record for this object: http://cprhw.tt/o/2CMuv/

Friday, July 21, 2017

sam bough's beloved bulldog: beauty is only skin deep

Sam Bough (English, worked in Scotland; 1822-78) was a landscape artist with a certain rough charm if his biography is any indication.  Greatly fond of cats and dogs, one of his best-loved companions was a white one-eyed bulldog named "Madame Saachi."  Saachi was another one of those beings whose exterior belies their tender nature.  I've provided the longish excerpt below for the sheer color of the tale:
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"Sacchi" was a small-sized, pure bred, white bull-bitch, with brown patch on one side of the head. It had a grand massive chest, and all the leading characteristics of its race, and was by far the most noted of all the artist's dogs. It was bred at Bilston, in Staffordshire, and had the misfortune to lose one of its eyes in a fight with a cat, when young. Bough told Thomas Fairbairn, the artist, that he bought "Sacchi" with a grand pedigree and had to pay handsomely for the bargain. . .
The gentlest and kindest of dogs, "Sacchi's" playful snort acted as a terror to timid people; while its deep growl was significant of danger even to the most courageous of those who came in daily contact with it. "Sacchi" was in the artist's possession for about ten years, and grew to be a dog of much knowledge and sagacity. If anyone chanced to be sitting in its master's chair on his return of an evening, "Sacchi" at once leaped up at the back of the chair, and kept edging round and working its nose in here, there, and everywhere in the most discomforting fashion, until the intruder was fairly ousted.
The dog, moreover, became very staid and regular in its habits; certainly much more so than its master could make any pretensions to be. If Bough happened to dine out, and was later than usual in returning home, it is said that "Sacchi" would scarcely deign to notice him on the following morning, and persistently refused to accompany him either to his studio or anywhere else for the time being. When under this spell, the utmost that much coaxing could extract from the dog was a listless wag or two of the tail, not the least effort to follow being discernible.
Soon after Bough had become the owner of "Sacchi," an intimate friend of his strolled into his studio. By way of introducing his new purchase to notice, the artist called out, "Sacchi, get up here—that's a good dog—and give the gentleman a kiss." Doing as it was bid, the dog leaped on the table, and fawningly lapped the cheek of Bough's friend with its tongue. Although dog and man became good friends from that day forward, the latter declared he never forgot the moment that the ungainly brute stood slobbering against his face, with its ugly mouth and dangerous looking teeth.
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Upon Saachi's passing, the story continues, Bough donated her body to the Anatomical Museum in Edinburgh, where her skeleton was preserved as a fine example of the English bulldog.

Here's a link to Bough's self portrait with this loyal friend.

Gilpin, S. (1905). Sam Bough, R. S. A.: some account of his life and works. London: G. Bell. 163-5.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

vintage wordless wednesday

another repeat from the curatorial holdings
i really need to go treasure hunting

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

an arctic dog

James Ward, 1769–1859, British, Arctic Dog, Facing Left, undated, Graphite on medium, smooth, cream, wove paper, mounted on, modertately thick, slightly textured, beige, laid paper, Yale Center for British Art, Paul Mellon Collection
One of the things I learned when I looked into the Royal Academician James Ward is that he's considered a largely neglected artist as far as art history is concerned.  I'm ready to back that up after several attempts to check links to this reference or that page only to find them 404'd out of what passes for memory these days.  Still, that doesn't change the fact that Ward was a powerful Romantic stylist with a great feel for the animals he portrayed.  While Romanticism with a capital R glorified the power of individual emotion and of nature, it also - in the best hands - knew how to find that in smaller subjects.  In this case, we have Ward taking a moment to rough out the intelligent, friendly face of an "Arctic dog," something - someone - new and different from the usual country hounds and horses.

Monday, July 17, 2017

grandmaster matouenpeluche

image copyright and by kindest permission of the artist
I do love to feature Samantha Battersby of matouenpeluche once in a while!  (Remember the last time?)  Here's Grandmaster Kitten, her tribute to Grandmaster Flash.  Read about it on her blog here.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

a duchess finds fellowship with rooks

thanks british library flickr
yes, I know they're ravens not rooks
you try finding PD images of rooks
Princess Frederica Charlotte of Prussia (1767-1820) became the Duchess of York upon her marriage to George III's son Prince Frederick, the Duke of York.  As we so often hear about the lives of the supposedly exalted, that didn't make for a happy ever after (not that her life had been all that happy before).  Having fallen out of love, and without hope of children, the couple separated; the Duchess retired to Oatlands Park in Weybridge, surrounding herself with pets.  Here's what a history of the
Oatlands estate records of her:
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Her Royal Highness had an eccentric taste for keeping pet-dogs, and near the grotto there were between sixty and seventy small upright stones, inscribed with the names of an equal number of dogs, which were buried here by direction of the Duchess: she extended her kindness even to the rooks, which, when driven from the neighbouring fields, experienced a marked protection on this demesne, where, finding themselves in security, they soon established a flourishing rookery. This humane trait in the character of the Duchess was thus commemorated by Lord Erskine:

"At Oatlands, where the buoyant air
Vast crowds of Rooks can scarcely bear
What verdure paints returning spring!
What crops surrounding harvests bring!
Yet swarms on every tree are found,
Nor hear the Fowler's dreaded sound.
And when the Kite's resistless blow .
Dashes their scattered nests below,
Alarmed, they quit the distant field,
To seek the Park's indulgent shield;
Where close in the o'ershadowing wood
They build new castles for their brood,
Secure, their fair Protectress nigh
Whose bosom swells with sympathy."
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-- Timbs, J. Abbeys, castles and ancient balls of England and Wales, their legendary lore, and popular history. Re-ed. by A. Gunn. London: Frederick Warne & Co., 1872. 147.

I found an article on the dogs' graves.  Here that is.

Friday, July 14, 2017

introducing iMyk9

photo coopyright and kindest permission of k orr
*Note from your friendly curator:  While this post discusses a new pet product, I received no payment of any kind for this post. I simply think this is an excellent idea that would help keep dogs safe.* 

See that dog up there in the car?  Are you worried about him?  Don't be: he's being watched over at a remove.  I know this because I see the sticker on the glass:


"iMyK9"?  Yes.  According to founder and CEO Karen D. Orr, iMyK9 was developed as a pet monitor providing a safer way to travel with your pet.  Have a look at the features and how it works: a monitor in the car is twinned with an app.  You can set the app to monitor the car temperature and see your dog (or cat, if yours travels) one-way, or you can also have a connection that permits your pet to hear you.  This product is launching this summer, and I hope it helps save many dogs from needless tragedy.  

You know me - I couldn't resist asking Karen Orr if she had a favorite pet poem.  She did, and it's one I honestly did not know before. She sent the photo below for the fun of it, and the poem, which follows:

photo via kindest permission of k orr

If I should ever leave you whom I love
To go along the Silent Way,
Grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears,
But laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you there.

( I'd come - I'd come, could I but find a way!
But would not tears and grief be barriers? )
And when you hear a song
Or see a bird I loved,
Please do not let the thought of me be sad...
For I am loving you just as I always have...
You were so good to me!

There are so many things I wanted still to do -
So many things to say to you...
Remember that I did not fear...
It was Just leaving you that was so hard to face...
We cannot see Beyond...
But this I know:
I love you so -
'twas heaven here with you!
- "To Those I Love," Isla Paschal Richardson (b. 1886), provided by Karen in memory of her Blue Heeler

Thursday, July 13, 2017

the elegance of good grooming

Takeuchi Seihō [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
A plain, everyday tabby cat comes to radiant life in this 1924 painting on silk by Takeuchi Seiho (Japanese, 1864-1942).  If you think you see a curious feel for Western form in this work, you do.  Seiho traveled to Europe in 1900 and studied there before returning to Japan, where he became a major early force in the nihonga style.  Nihonga, "Japanese-style paintings," are made using traditional materials - such as the silk upon which this piece was painted - and organic pigments.
A last word: I can't let you go without letting you see his 1901 Lion, apparently painted after a trip to the Dresden Zoo.