
This post went missing in action yesterday, thanks WP. If you’ve seen it already, please move on. If not, please enjoy…
The bit of London I inhabit is still, at heart a village. Back in the mid 19th Century Dickens retired Mr Pickwick to the village, which explains a few street and house names. Amongst Mr Pickwick’s leisurely pleasures, he visits the Picture Gallery which today prides itself on being designed by Sir John Soane who gave us the monumental Bank of England and is the oldest public picture gallery in the UK.

Today Dog and I wandered through its ground in search of a coffee and a shortcut. The autumn colours, set against the old London brick building kind of drew out my phone and I began taking pictures from different angles.
When I came on these there lumps, like giant fossilised stools from an enormous extinct type of humungous rabbit. Kicking away the leaves, I found a descriptor of what the sculptor had in mind.

And then a story board telling me about the artist and his use of ex glacier granite lumps…

I’m often dumbfounded by art, certain that there’s a conceit I should be getting if only I was clever enough, or maybe if I sneaked up on it and caught it unawares.
I was pondering these lofty questions, unsure how to obtain a deeper understanding of the eternal contradictions inherent in this brain-stone interface, when I realised Dog had added his own unique critique with a short sharp burst of uri-coating.

He cuts through to the essence does Dog, reducing public outside art to three categories.
The ignored
The sniffed
The marked.
He marked it. High praise indeed.

Thank you for sharing!
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I don’t think you give yourself nearly enough credit as a cultured person. You recognized right away what the sculptor was getting at! 😉
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I shall always follow Dog’s lead! He has never steered me wrong.
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Obviously the artist has never enjoyed walking with a dog!
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Looks like a delightful day!
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Dog knows. Too bad he can’t hold a martini and go to a few parties. He would enlighten a few of the effete.
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You do live in a lovely part of London, our youngest and wife lived there before they moved to the burbs to have their boys. It always was a lovely place to visit.
As for art I think dog know best, what does it mean when he leaves a deposit?
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Now that is one of life’s big philosophical questions…
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Thank you for replacing this I was very miffed by WP.
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I think looking back it was really me not them so apologies for besmirching their good name
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Oops I had better apogise too 💜
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I thought the rocks looked like turtles with amazing carapaces! But leave it to Dog to get to the heart of the matter. What a nice walk. Your Brits have amazing old places to visit. Here old might be 100 years – almost not worth noting.
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Even the litter is older than that!!
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I think of it as a small town rather than village – especially in terms of amenities! Most villages ain’t got nuffink these days. Our one local shop is the petrol station.
I think the fact that those rocks are erratics is more interesting than the funny lines chiselled on them. Not art.
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Good name for a rock band… sorry couldn’t resist…
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Dogs know how to put things in proper perspective.
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They are perfect levellers for the inflated ego…
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