L’il Bit: The Magic of a Three Legged Dog
12” round x12” h
Li’l Bit was a small terrier that used to come to Oceanview Park, where I teach Tai Chi, with his owner. He was a lively little guy with a lot of attitude. One morning he showed up in the arms of his owner, a big, friendly man, with a freshly closed up scar where his front leg (well, actually his arm) used to be. He had been hit by a car. This was his first time out after the accident. He shook with excitement at being back at the park, anxious for his pop to put him down on the ground. I was inspired by his drive to get back in the game. I went home, and this sculpture pretty much made itself.
Rex Runs Away
24” l x 18” h x 14” w
I was walking my dog Farfel, as I did every day, when a friendly pooch started following us. I tried to shoo him back home, but he wouldn’t leave. After a few more blocks of being hounded, I got hold of him. His tags said REX, with his home address. Farfel and I escorted him home. No one was home so I locked him in the back yard. I had just finished this piece and named it Rex Runs Away.
Rex was purchased by my friend Matt as a surprise anniversary present for his wonderful wife Peg. Rex happened to be the spitting image of their beautiful black standard poodle Zoey. As often happens, Rex moved to a new forever home, had his name changed to Zobabe and lived happily ever after.
Goodbye Farfel, Hello Honey
Steel wire, silver wire
We had an amazing dog named Farfel. He was a Plott Hound, a dog of a lifetime. I used him as a model for this piece, which was a commission for a friend. He was a great and patient subject. Farfel collapsed on me and Sid’s anniversary, and died the next day. I had a really hard time working on the sculpture. Honey, a Redbone Hound came into our life soon afterwards. With another sweet face in the house I was able to finish the sculpture. The piece has Farfel’s head, ears and chest. The legs and tail is Honey’s.
The Night Rex Discovered Mad Magazines in the Trash
25”h x 18” w x 12” d
Steel wire, mica, paper
My oldest brother Mike was a smart, serious kid. In 1961 when Mike was 12, he spotted a paperback book in the gutter when he was walking home from school. It was Mad Magazine’s “Mad Reader #4”. The issue featured “Super-duperman”, who’s alias was “Clark Bent”, mild-mannered reporter for the Daily Dirt who had a mad crush on voluptuous girl reporter Lois Pain. My brother was a huge Superman fan at the time. This version of his boyhood hero shook him to the core. At that young, impressionable age he was introduced to cynicism and satire. He realized there was more than one way to look at life. That was his epiphany, the episode that shaped his character. This piece is dedicated to my satirical, occasionally cynical, very funny brother Mike.
I’ve Got Cats on my Mind