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Popped into a dog friendly pub to escape the rain!
Story Time
Once upon a time, in the ancient Welsh Kingdom of Gwynedd, Prince Llywelyn returned home from a fruitless winter hunt. He had had no luck on his expedition as his best and beloved hound, Gelert, was missing from the pack this day.
Llywelyn was struck by horror upon entering the room of his infant son, for the room was in disarray, the cot was overturned and Gelert, drenched in blood and gore, stood sentinel, his eyes brightening at his master's return.
Enraged by grief for his baby boy, Llywelyn drew his sword and struck Gelert down in a single stroke, only hearing the sound of his son, very much alive, begin to cry. Llywelyn pulled aside the cot and mess of blankets to find his boy, unharmed and laying next to the bloody body of a great wolf.
Upon realising his mistake, Llywelyn's heart was filled with so much sorrow and guilt that he never smiled again as the dying yelp of his brave and loyal dog haunted him. He buried Gelert in a fine cemetery in a town now called Beddgelert, in English, "Gelert's Grave" where a monument to the dog stands today.
As a Welsh man this is a story I've known from childhood, but today I learned of another brave dog of legend which is uncannily similar. In France, a Knight returned home to find his blood stained dog in his infant's nursery. The Knight struck the dog down only to discover his child lived and the body of a snake in his crib. The dog, Guinfort, became Saint Guinfort, the only dog to achieve sainthood, though not recognised by the Catholic Church.
The similarity of these two tales is unsurprising as they are both a variation of the Faithful Hound motif, that actually originated in India in the form of The Brahmin and the Mongoose. Though undoubtedly myths, there is the very true story of Jock of the Bushveld, which is both a book and a film so I won't spoil it.
My dog makes a surprisingly good life model. I have also written down many of the dumb nicknames that I call him.
Today is a good day to put a bowtie on my dog.
A self-indulgent midnight post about how cute my dog is.
I moved into this studio in May, but I finally have some of the basics taken care of, like paint and floor coverings that my landlord won't cry about when muck inevitably gets spilled. This is my first real studio space outside of academia; it's a really big deal for me. I am using half of the space. There's a slightly bigger back room that I am sharing with a friend from my undergrad years. Hound dog is impatiently modelling for these shots.
Happy Thanksgiving from a hound dog with an opinion.
The ongoing adventures of “Let me show you an example of a thing, oh wait, I never uploaded that art.” Trying to tell a friend about a particular colored pencil technique and I got nothing. Someday I’ll be consistent at posting my art online. (This joke is very funny, laugh please.) Sketch of my dog, done earlier this year.
Hey internet, did you know I have a dog? It’s not like I ever draw him or anything.
Dumpster-dived a ‘new’ chair for my studio and Jake loves it. Jumped in, refused to move, and went right to sleep.
I finally got my own DSLR. I’ll be using it to photograph my work and make some video art, but of course the very first thing I do is take a picture of my dog.
I lied. I obviously got the camera just for taking pictures of my boof.
It’s been almost 2 years since I started teaching myself the polyester lithography process and I finally have results I’m happy with. This is a huge personal victory. I named my press Constance. All hail.
Enamel paint on a metal sign, featuring Jake the hound dog