Next to Godliness?

Guess what’s wrong with this picture? No, it’s not Bertie. Try again.

Nighthawks. 1942 Hopper. AIC.
Ever seen a street this clean?

If a cluttered desk
is the sign of a cluttered mind,
what is the significance
of a clean desk?

Laurence J. Peter

Abstraction

Bertie is feeling a little abstract today.

To abstract is to draw out
the essence of a matter.
To abstract in art
is to separate certain fundamentals
from irrelevant material
which surrounds them.

Ben Shahn

I’m sometimes a little annoyed about the confusion between abstract art (based on real objects, simplifying, reducing and changing them) and non-representational art (not based on objects). Logically, you cannot abstract (lit.: take away), if you don’t start with something to abstract from.

Now, Bertie here is doubly abstract and proud of it: he’s an abstraction of dogginess in the first place, and now he’s been reduced to monochrome triangles. After pondering the matter from various angles, he seems quite happy, and has settled down for a little nap.

Share Your World

Bertie in vectors.

1.  What type of pets do you have or want?
I’d love to have a dog. As a surrogate I enjoy reading dogblogs, like those written by Bongo or Patch. And of course I have Bertie!

2. Would you rather take pictures or be in pictures?
Take them, any time. I hate being photographed.

3. What household chore do you absolutely hate doing?
Opening and filing correspondence. I’d rather wash windows!

4. What’s your least favorite mode of transportation?
Buses on long trips. Is this a legacy from schooldays?

Cee Neuner’s Share your world initiative. Links to other blogger’s answers here.

Hangdog

I don’t usually read the papers, but this morning was special: there just might be a small piece about my paintings in the local section. Not that I really care. No fame and glory for me: I know I’m not exactly Picasso. But all my friends would read it!

Then I found it: pure poison. Oozing condescension. I couldn’t believe it! That supercilious little jerk. Angrily I tore the offending paper to shreds. Take that you bastard! And that!

When James came down and wanted his paper, there was only confetti on the floor. I blamed it on the dog.

Bertie back again. Is he feeling guilty about skiving off for so long?

My contribution to this week’s 100wcgu: …I blamed it on the dog…

Going up the Walls?

Graffiti blue
Going up the walls? Try graffiti.

Ever been tempted to spray paint the walls? Well now you can.

Graffiti multicolour
Is the day gray? Try graffiti.

And of course, I couldn’t resist.

Graffiti with tree
Honi soit qui mal y pense.

Easter Doodles

Easter eggs? Bertie's nose prints?
With modern art: who knows?

Idle Question

“It’s mine!” “No, it’s mine.” Melissa took a deep breath and then went on peeling the potatoes. She knew any minute the fight would spill over into the kitchen.

“Give it back.” “Mummy, she started it.” “If I hear one more word, I’ll lock you both in your bedroom until tomorrow”, she fairly screamed. The girls looked mutinous, but left the room for now.

Melissa’s hand shook as she reached for her glass. It was a little early, but she needed it. They were such little angels when they were asleep. She wondered how many mothers actually killed their children.

Dogs, of course, are always good as gold.

This week’s challenge by T.Mastgrave: Angels.