The art world has gone to the dogs


This painting sold for $658,000 at Sotheby’s. I don’t know what to say. Here’s some history from the Sotheby’s catalog:

Cassius Marcellus Coolidge (1844-1934), began painting the daily life of some very humanoid canines, an artistic subspecialty that was preceded by a string of careers. In the upstate New York town of Antwerp, Coolidge worked, almost simultaneously, as a druggist, painter of street signs and house numbers, and founder of the first newspaper and earliest bank all within the years between 1868 and 1872. It was after a trip to Europe in 1873 that he turned up in Rochester, New York, as the portraitist of dogs whose life-style mirrored the successful middle-class humans of his time. Coolidge’s first customers were cigar companies, who printed copies of his paintings for giveaways. His fortunes rose when he signed a contract with the printers Brown & Bigelow, who turned out hundreds of thousands of copies of his dog-genre subjects as advertising posters, calendars, and prints.

“Coolidge’s poker-faced style is still engaging today. His dogs fit with amazing ease into such human male phenomena as the all-night card game, the commuter train, and the ball park. His details of expression, clothing, and furniture are precise. Uncannily, the earnest animals resemble people we all know, causing distinctions of race, breed, and color to vanish and evoking the sentiment on an old Maryland gravestone: MAJOR Born a Dog Died a Gentleman” (“A Man’s Life,” American Heritage, February 1973, p. 56).

Don’t know who bought it. I guess it’s the kind of a barometer of taste that you don’t want people to know about if you’re a rich person. Or maybe the rich person just bought it for his dog?

Because there obviously wasn’t anything better the person could do with the money.

The myth of Sisypuss


Remember this from college mythology?

The gods had Sisypuss move an object from the bottom of a hill to the top, only to have the object escape and return to the bottom. So Sisypuss had to go back to the bottom of the hill to do the same work, over and over for eternity.

Of course, what Sisypuss should have done was get off the damn hill.

Steamrollered by a dog

This won’t take long. Don’t blink:

I don’t know where this is, but it looks like some kind of military training exercise for pups. And I couldn’t stop laughing when the guy went head over heels.

Good thing the dog has a muzzle on. No mauling, just jumping all over the tackle dummy. The look on the face of the guy who’s watching this is priceless.

Hero cat should take a few notes: