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About Me
- curator
- Oregon, United States
- loves: you win if you guessed "pets" and "museums". Also books, art history, travel, British punk, Korean kimchi, bindis, martinis, and other things TBD. I will always make it very clear if a post is sponsored in any way. Drop me a line at thepetmuseum AT gmail.com !
Friday, June 29, 2012
dogs dream
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
coordinate your cats
| from book in public domain |
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
vintage photo time
Monday, June 25, 2012
"my only friends"
I keep hearing that the reliance on pets for strong daily relationships is a modern thing. It's certainly not, as I can prove below with this poem by Ebenezer Elliott (1781-1849).
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MY ONLY FRIENDS
My heart grows sick when home I come—
May God the thought forgive!
If 'twere not for my cat and dog
I think I could not live.
My cat and dog when I come home
Run out to welcome me;
She, mewing with her tail on end,
While wagging his comes he.
They listen for my homeward steps,
My smothered sob they hear,
When down my heart sinks, deathly down,
Because my home is near.
Why come they not? They do not come
My breaking heart to meet;
A heavier darkness on me falls,
I cannot lift my feet.
Oh, yes, they come—they never fail
To listen for my sighs;
My poor heart brightens when it meets
The sunshine of their eyes.
Again they come to meet me—God!
Wilt thou the thought forgive?
If 'twere not for my cat and dog
I think I could not live.
My playful cat and honest dog
Are all the friends I have.
MY ONLY FRIENDS
My heart grows sick when home I come—
May God the thought forgive!
If 'twere not for my cat and dog
I think I could not live.
My cat and dog when I come home
Run out to welcome me;
She, mewing with her tail on end,
While wagging his comes he.
They listen for my homeward steps,
My smothered sob they hear,
When down my heart sinks, deathly down,
Because my home is near.
Why come they not? They do not come
My breaking heart to meet;
A heavier darkness on me falls,
I cannot lift my feet.
Oh, yes, they come—they never fail
To listen for my sighs;
My poor heart brightens when it meets
The sunshine of their eyes.
Again they come to meet me—God!
Wilt thou the thought forgive?
If 'twere not for my cat and dog
I think I could not live.
My playful cat and honest dog
Are all the friends I have.
***
From Robert Maynard Leonard's 1893 compilation The Dog in British Poetry, pp.251-2.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
sassy cat
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Wednesday, June 20, 2012
i'm a kitty cat and i dance dance dance
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| image copyright and by kindest permission of the artist, SAG |
"I suppose if I had to sum up the character of my work in a single sentence, it is that I seem unable to decide which I love more, art or science, and so I have combined the two in a style that is informed by the simple, elegant lines of traditional Japanese art (but does not (unfortunately!) resemble them)."
SAG's favorite subjects include not only more jolly felines, but delightful lizards and insects - even a bat bookmark that I would be happy to poke into my nighttime reading. Have a look at the Etsy shop SAG calls OniOniOniArt.
Monday, June 18, 2012
bunnies in their world
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| image copyright and by kindest permission of the artist |
When I have made a painting that resonates with a viewer, it is a wonderful little instant bond of recognition and shared experience. Animals disarm us and get right through our defenses to our tender parts, and the magic of eliciting a smile of recognition from a complete stranger viewing one of my paintings is a great joy for me. Our family is a diverse flock - two dogs and three cats, a horse and goats, ducks and geese, and a talking parrot as my studio supervisor. The duck pond is the meeting place for all sorts of wildlife, from deer to turtles, frogs, and occasionally herons. It's a rich environment to grow inspiration.Over at her Etsy shop you can see more of the sweet Toadbriar universe. Check out the label for Kitty Biscuits, or for Yella Fella Apples.
So - the communication is magic. As that poem ("Pangur Ban" - Curator) from 1200 years ago makes my heart swell with fondness and recognition for that monk and his dear kitty who is just like mine in his Very Serious Duty, I get to make art that forges a similar connection to other people. I don't know if some of those people will be from 1200 years into the future, but thinking about that is only a distraction from my more immediate and joyous task of making my pictures.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
ann tracy and her shepherds
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Saturday, June 16, 2012
i can't tell you this is a good cat poem
This is "A Pet Kitten" from The Miscellaneous Poems of Mrs. Hannah Eayrs Barron (Nashua, NH: Barker & Bean, 1884), and top-notch 19th-c schlock it is. I had tears in my eyes after reading this...tears of laughter. (Edit, November 2012: Upon getting the time to read a little more of the slim volume, I must say there actually are some truly pleasant verses in there that would do well in any anthology. I recommend "The Farmer's Welcome" for its sincerity and joy.)
* * *
Now my pretty little kitty,
She is dead and gone for aye;
And it seems so sad a pity,
That I cannot see her play.
I had thought if she kept growing.
She would soon he a big cat;
And that she would be so knowing.
She would catch the mice and rats.
She was treated just as kindly,
As a petted child could be;
And perhaps was just as blindly
Killed with kindness, that may be.
Now she is not any better
Than a once loved worn out hat;
Or a cherished old love letter,
Or some other lost pet cat.
* * *
I should have seen this coming from a poet whose slim volume also offers such delights as "A Cross Made of Hair," "A Crow Caught in a Trap," "My Old House is Going to Decay," "I Do Not Fear to Die," and "It is First-Rate to Be a Yankee." There's actually a couple more kitty-themed jewels in here, but I'm going to save those for another day's treat.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
go fish
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Learn a little more about Koryusai here.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
dog deco
Monday, June 11, 2012
vintage photo time
oliver herford on kitten fur
From the always-delightful Oliver Herford's 1911 collection The Kitten's Garden of Verses: a kitten's take on the fine June weather...
In Winter when the air is chill,
Winter and Summer
In Winter when the air is chill,
And winds are blowing loud and shrill,
All snug and warm I sit and purr,
Wrapped in my overcoat of fur.
In Summer quite the other way,
I find it very hot all day,
Wrapped in my overcoat of fur.
In Summer quite the other way,
I find it very hot all day,
But Human People do not care,
For they have nice thin clothes to wear.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the world is like a stew,
And I am much too warm to purr,
I have to wear my Winter Fur?
For they have nice thin clothes to wear.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the world is like a stew,
And I am much too warm to purr,
I have to wear my Winter Fur?
Friday, June 08, 2012
cat in, cat out - or both
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Wednesday, June 06, 2012
vintage photo time
Sunday, June 03, 2012
immediate smile, dog version
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| original artwork courtesy of and rights reserved by artist TheLittleKiwi |
"This guy was actually the start of my dog series. He was a school assignment to represent optimism. I couldn't think of anything that would spread happiness like a smiling puppy. I ended up working on my other dogs to expand on this concept. Since I'm a believer in adoption, I wanted to portray dogs that were in shelters. Each one has its own unique personality. Hopefully, when people see them, they will realize that shelter puppies can bring just as much happiness as any other dog."
She paints these portraits from photographs, which makes the immediate hope in this little guy's face all the more impressive. You can keep up with her through her Etsy shop here. And I hope with all my heart this pup found a home worthy of him.
Saturday, June 02, 2012
a cat looks into the light (bulb), c. 1910
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I couldn't dig up much on Farago, who was born and died in Bucharest (1877-1928) with periods of study in Paris and areas outside Bucharest. Here's what I could find, with a link included to some of his other works. He was a pupil of Mucha, one of the iconic names in Art Nouveau. I really prefer this version of the style: simpler forms, vivid color. And a great cat.
Friday, June 01, 2012
an excellent duck
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| image copyright and by kindest permission of sue gerber artwork |
She also creates pet portraiture, and that requires a different sort of seeing: "With someone's pet though, you have to be very accurate and photos are the best way. The more I looked, the more I saw in the photos and I became quite intrigued with the process." She executes these portraits in watercolor. You should drop by Etsy and have a look at them.
"I studied textile design in art school," Sue wrote, "but I taught myself to paint in watercolours. That started off with me painting a dog portrait as a present for a friend so I was very, very careful to get it right...I love watercolours. There are so many happy accidents with that medium that you can take credit for!" Longtime readers of the Museum know that's also one of the things I truly love about that medium. A splendid motherlode of pet portraits is ready to delight you at her website. There's a certain ginger tabby...I could just reach out and run my fingers through its cheek fur. Time and love, captured.
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