Just so you don't think we are Philistines here at Trooper York, we also discuss art and music and gay stuff like that. Here is my favorite painting that hung over my mantle when I was single. Unfortunately my wife made me put it storage when we got married but I am just swept away by the piquant use of color and the composition that illustrates how this vale of tears is just a dog eat dog jungle when all of life is a gamble.Thursday, March 12, 2009
And we talk about art too!!!!!!!!!!
Just so you don't think we are Philistines here at Trooper York, we also discuss art and music and gay stuff like that. Here is my favorite painting that hung over my mantle when I was single. Unfortunately my wife made me put it storage when we got married but I am just swept away by the piquant use of color and the composition that illustrates how this vale of tears is just a dog eat dog jungle when all of life is a gamble.
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I would say that the Collie on the left isn't keeping a very good poker face. Bad form.
I think they are preparing to vote me off the island again on Althouse.
Speaking of paintings do you remember those weird seventies paintings of those little girls with the really big eyes? They would be playing a guitar or something like a bongo drum. My sisters had them all over their room. What and who did them? They were kind of hippy/pschydelic like.
I gave my grandfather a poster of dogs playing poker for Christmas when I was about 8 yrs. old. I really thought it was cool. And it was.
I think they are preparing to vote me off the island again on Althouse.
I think anybody who suggests such a thing should be voted on too. I wouldn't vote you off the island Titus.
"Vote Titus off the island?"
Ohhhhhhh sounds like Survivor!
We need to form an alliance with Titus, chickenlittle.
Oh...and much more on topic...
Troop, I am embarrassed to say that I too became the proud owner of that god awful print! hahaha
Sadly, I still have it stored in one of those tubes they give you when you buy "art". I found it two years ago when I was cleaning out the back of my closet.
There must have been something drawing me to it back then, but I can barely figure out what that might have been?
I need to noodle this some more.
Why did you buy it, Troop?
Please Troop; tell me it is the classic version.
YOu know, the one done on black velvet?
I never trusted a bulldog...and I was right!
I have a velvet Elvis, which is a much classier painting than dogs playing poker.
It's the strong, thin Elvis, good hair, singing into a mic. He's wearing the Elvis unisuit, open at the neck, with a large collar.
It's the Van Gogh of basement rec room bar art.
"Unfortunately my wife made me put it storage when we got married..."
After we had been married about a year, I suddenly noticed that every single thing I had brought into the marriage was gone, like my furniture, artwork, and TV. Only my clothes and records remained.
It had all happened so slowly. We bought a new desk. She already had a stuffed chair, in better shape. Her art school paintings matched the walls. Every week, some thing or other of mine was tossed or given to Goodwill.
Only when she talked about "changing" my stereo (one of those 53 component stereo systems with a gajillion wires and 675 lb. speakers from the late 70s) did I catch on. I put my foot down.
I got to keep the records, though.
And my clothes.
(She was right about all my crap, to be sure, but oh, the subtle treachery!!!1!)
Pogo: It sounds like your wife's own version of The Shawshank Redemption.
Damn, Ruth, but that was good.
I kept asking her if I was next. She only smiled.
25 years this July, but still crossing my skinny little Irish fingers.
I didn't buy it Penny. It was a gift. Back in the 1980's I used to play poker with a bunch of older guys in the neighborhood and one year one of their wives gave each of us that painting for Christmas. We had a monthly poker game like on the Odd Couple. Long before poker got so popular on TV and stuff. Good times.
Pogo, my wife wouldn't even let me keep my clothes. Something about mildew. I didn't notice it much because when you hang out at pubs all the time the only thing you smelled was stale beer and cigarettes.
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